Over the years Ive written my thoughts and impressions, letters, and discussions down. I started young. I was told it would be therapeutic. Have something to pour over and contemplate myself. Understand the deeper inner workings of my mind. Now they just remind me of what Ive loved and lost. Where I've been and what I have failed to accomplish. I will continue to write here…Because I am at a loss as what else to do. And by now its become quite a habit. I hope to one day understand myself better or at the very least. Know what patterns emerge. There are always patterns…..
Beloved,
B.B.