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Hello Old Friend

cleaning cobwebs

By Tera KayPublished 2 years ago 1 min read
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I want to write something again, dammit. The time is now.

I want to write all that I feel all that I think, all that I wonder about.

The good. The bad. The extraordinary. The musings.

Why the masks, all the masks we have been persuaded to wear, that have become part of us.

Never was I a sheep, blindly following, always staying true to my own weird unusual colors.

I am reaching in, to depths I have always been told to but refused to keep hidden. To change.

I am trying to grasp at some theme, but it is like mud.

Like a completely new language to me, learning it again, when once I wrote for fun and pleasure and without hesitation.

The time feels right, it feels good. The Universe has been giving me subtle hints and clues, steering me onto this path once again after having strayed for a while.

And I have been listening, and waiting.

Helping me see in her own way, helping remind me of how at peace I felt, how comfortable I felt, pouring the letters and words out from inside me inside my soul, inside of my mind, onto paper, and sharing it with beloved souls.

I find comfort in this.

inspirational
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Tera Kay

Everything. Anything. Anywhere.

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