Once there was a girl, and she used to write and write and write

[greenwolf]

Once upon a time I lived in words I set on paper
Once, every ounce of my being wanted to create
That overflowing is just
empty space now

I hardly know what a metaphor is, and any words coming from me sound
muted, and bored

Today I was reminded of a few things I loved, and forgot. Why does the thought make me panic?

Comments

[biweeklybrkdwn]

omg you are back! so good to hear you! i hope you keep coming back. visit often.

[greenwolf]

I guess, for a little while, I'm back! Until I get so busy in my free time I haven't got time to think and write. Maybe this is a resurrection of sorts. How are you...?
I spend too much time on facebook now.

[cognizant]

I am in the same boat, girlfriend. Same damn boat.

How is life treating you? Where are you living? A coworker/friend of mine is going to Spain for a year starting in August and talking about it makes me think of you.

Hope things are well.

[greenwolf]

Why hello! I'm in New Zealand. I've been here 3 years now, working on my phd in Biology. Things are well, if rather bogged down in routine but pretty well. How are you? What are you up to?