I realize I find it difficult to fill a sheet of paper/empty blog, with musings in first person, knowing that people might read it. I automatically lapse into verse, which alternates between being a window and a shield, allowing glimpses of me, yet letting me creep into and hide in its metaphors. The ridiculous thought did occur to me, to write in third person. However tempting, I didn’t pursue that idea. Instead, I just started writing exactly what I was thinking. Is. Am thinking. Now, was. Was, will be.
The lines of thought crawl. And I watch. Sometimes write. Sometimes crumple and toss. And a new page emerges.
This blog is my beautiful blank sheet, patiently waiting for a thought bubble to burst. Words will come, as they sometimes do.