I miss this too.
I'm not sure why exactly, but the words wouldn't come. I would sit here, I would wait and nothing. I would think about writing here and nothing. I was busy. I was without internet. I was living.
I miss my dad. Him not being here means I am adrift, floating in the waters of my mind with no anchor. He has been here, in the various forms of here, for years. He has read every word I've written. And now, he does not.
I am holding my breath until the word comes from Iowa. I did all I can do, however badly it went, it's done now. More waiting.
I have been snake charmed.
I have been disappointed.
I find myself back in love with him and it makes me hurt.
I have been doing the other kind of writing, which dries me up.
I am still all the things you might remember about me, but I am being reduced into a compact shape. Don't forget who I was.
I am tired of noticing everyone else's life going somewhere and having mine be stuck.
3 comments:
I do hope you mean that your dad just stopped reading... and not something else much, much worse.
Nothing worse. He doesn't have a computer or the internet, so he's just not able to read my blogs.
And thanks for asking. Sorry to make any devastating allusions.
Glad to see you back here, hope all the words you wait for are ones you want to hear.....
A.K.
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