Historically writing has been healing for myself. I have found comfort in words and poetry and prose. What do I do then, when words seem to have been taken from me? I start a new blog, of course. I buy a new domain that surprisingly is available, maybe this is a sign that this is what I should be doing? Maybe this is how life moves forward?
All I have is questions today, and maybe I’ll only have questions for awhile, there is nothing terribly wrong with that, but it leaves me feeling in flux, in, as the name beguiles, an acid dreamland.
I do not know what will become of this space, and for now that is ok. Today felt like a new start and so I went along with it for the ride.