Twice

okay
So night two. Day two.
Does anyone even blog anymore?
I feel as though I am writing in some abandoned hallway.
A place that people used to frequent but is empty and damp.

A cool, quiet place. Tucked away. Not so visible.

Yes, that's just about right.
Good night.

Begin Again

The space that exists between this writing and the last

Vast

But tiny

I am refreshed to read my own words

Calmed by my former awareness

Confident that the return to this practice will be good

Good

Nice

Familiar

A continuation of a long thread of knowledge

I have been hungry to create

The word is faster than paint

Less drying time

Less set up

Oh but how I long to paint

Saving up the impulses for the day when there is

Long

Sweet

Quiet

Uninterrupted space

And it will be so beautiful

But for now, this is just right.

Perfection in words

My tiny phone screen a canvas

The hastily typed words a sketch

The craving to leave a mark satisfied

Ahhhh, I return to the liquid pen.

To a blog whose name I could not remember.

Here you are friend. 

Frozen in time 

And full of wisdom.

I return to your pages

Happy

And full.