Hello
dear blog,
we haven’t spoken in a while-
I’ve been hiding out.
Silent,
in your exile.
I fell into something,
I wasn’t sure
I could get out.
The singing had turned to humming,
and before I knew it,
I was getting drunk
on my own
self-doubt.
Saturated,
in his red wine.
Infatuated-
only sometimes.
He,
an overnight fan
of running.
Of saying everything,
and then
nothing.
My cage now empty,
so I turn
to you.
To digest what’s left,
to make it into something.
To draw breath.
All I see now is
a watercolour of
hues;
a collection of stained puddles,
too leaky
to use.
But you
dear blog
are the solution,
a navigator
to my confusion.
You filter my heart,
into something
beautiful,
youthful.
Inducing rhyme;
a comp-
en-
sa-
-tion
for lost time.
You dear blog,
keep me company;
whenever the world goes dark
and tastes a
bit crumbly.
So thank you-
again.
( oh-
and thank you
to
my
best-friend. )
xx
Beyond-curious 