Silence. Yes. A long silence.
I really don’t know when it stopped or when it started for that matter. Actually I do have an idea as to when I started talking but the stopping part just seemed to happen. I found yoga and to some extent that removed the need to write here. Now, I mean right in the moment listening to Sparklehorse I feel the need to write something. Ultimately there’s no real point nothing much to say but some real reason inside to say it.
I’ve completely lost the mark. Put the cart before the horse as they say. The funny thing is is that it’s not like you can just hope over to the path you gotta walk all the way back to the beginning and start again. The great thing about life is that it’s long enough to do this shit over and over again. I’m not complaining or bitching about the truth just saying it’s how I learn.
I like to make up words like Brodisdagata. Not sure what that means but it’s a good description of how I’m feeling.
Maybe I’ll write maybe I won’t…