I remember there was a time where daily I would turn to this blog
and like an open diary I would pour out my aching heart.
As time went on
I found that I needed this open diary less and less
The months dragged on and the wounds healed
I picked myself up
brushed myself off
collected the broken pieces that were left of my existence
and went about my merry way.
But then of course
there are moments in our lives
that drag us back down
beat us into submission
and leave use a shattered shell of what we once were
Those old comforts that helps ease the grief
are still there
with open arms
waiting for you to come back
and try so desperately to cope.
What I guess I am trying to say is...
Hello again and welcome back to my open diary.