Back to Where My Stories Live

Hello, it’s been a while,
But at last, I return to the art I once called home.
Since my youth, I’ve danced with words, weaving stories from the threads of my soul.
Yet, shadows fell—doubt crept in, and I began to shun my own voice,
The tales I told no longer felt like my own.

But now, a quiet longing stirs within me,
A yearning for the poetry and humor that once flowed so freely from my pen.
Boredom whispered softly, urging me back to this sacred space,
Where thoughts that wander endlessly find their form and grace.

I write not to inspire the world,
But to cradle the beauty of my restless mind,
Pouring it gently onto paper (or we called blog)
A love letter to the words that live inside me.

xoxo_M.