how many times in the past two months have I come to this space, logged on, stared at a blank screen for awhile, then logged off?
many. very very many.
it's hard to say why.
I still like this space. I still want to have this space. I still have things I want to say, thoughts I want to record.
but somehow, something is different.
part of it is me, I suppose. but a far bigger part of it is outside of me.
and I suppose I shouldn't let outside of me determine what I do or say. but sometimes it feels like that's the best possible thing to do.
but I miss this space.
I slowly peek around the corner and tip-toe back in.