Anais Nin: The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say.

Yeah, I know. It's been awhile since I've posted something here.  *blows the dust off the blog space*

To what do I owe this pleasure?
It's been a while since you've dropped in.
Do you still like squishing your toes in the mud and collecting seashells?
Do you miss the way the wind blew through your hair as your ran from the moon?

There was a time when you danced around the house
While singing at the top of your lungs.
You made up stories far away lands.
And looked for pictures in the clouds.

As days and months and years go past
Our lives demand we change.
We grow, develop and hopefully evolve.
But should some essence of our young spirits remain?

We should take some time to remember ourselves --
Who we used to be in our purest form.
Before those filters of cynicism, prejudice, politics and materialism entered into our psyches.
And become reacquainted with the best part of ourselves.

“I think when one has been angry for a very long time one gets used to it. And it becomes comfortable like old leather. And finally it becomes so familiar one can't ever remember feeling any other way.”