space (this one)

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. 

so.

I slowly peek around the corner and tip-toe back in.