I have refrained, as of late, with my postings. Why? Mainly because of my mood and attitude. I have not been the world's most cheery person recently, and I hate to inflict that kind of negativity into the world. God knows, there is enough in existence already.
But I have felt... empty. Sad. Alone. Other words that impress upon the reader of a child sitting in the rain on a dirty street, feet in a puddle, face in hands, head lowered, and crying. And writing things and publishing them here only makes me dwell on that negative feeling.
So I stopped writing. At least on here. Because, let's all be honest, if I ever completely stopped writing, I'm fairly certain I would perish. And it's just not time for that yet. So I write on napkins, and used envelopes, sometimes in my journals. But almost everything recently I write is something I wish to throw away so I don't have to look at it again.
More or less, just get it out, then it's on paper. It no longer resides inside of me, and I don't have to deal with it.
Life trudges on. Even when all seems hopeless. Hopefully I find my foothold I'm searching so hard for soon. Until then, kids, wait for me.