I am the babbling brook, the roaring river, and the furious sea.

Hello World, it's been a while.

Yes, it has been a while. I blamed it on stupid little things like Life, Priorities and Time Management. Bad Decisions, too, may have something to do with the kafuffles as a whole.

But I cannot deny myself of the little pleasure that is The Internet any longer. I miss my friendlist, which has shrunk incredibly over time. I miss interesting communities. I miss our silly discussions on the possibility of meeting Viggo one day and ride of into the sunset on that Hidalgo Horse of his. It would never happen, we know. Yet, it was pretty to think so.

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I started to read again. Hear that, people? I CAN READ, AGAIN!

In the pass many months (maybe a year?), I couldn't read. I saw words, but they refused to come together to express an idea. They were meaningless. They were just. Words.


I don't know if it is because I am multi-lingual (and sucks at all of them) or if I am just one of those 'stupid' people. I find that it is difficult to communicate what is in my head using a verbal form of communication. I cannot line up my thought process and construct an argument and intelligently convey them out with just words.

I think, therefore, I say.

It's random. There's no editing. If you care to listen, I will say what is in my head at the time. It can be extremely non sequitur and has nothing to do with anything at the time. It may mean something 5 years from now, or it may not. It might mean something 3 years ago, but you had to be there.

Sometimes, my verbal reasoning circled around the universe – twice – before it comes close to anything that resembles The Point. It made perfect sense in my head. Clear from A to B. But, there are so much in between that I cannot explain – in short – how I get from one place to the other.

Sometimes, I think my brain processes thing too fast. There may be bigger things hiding inside the bigger picture, but it's too grand for people to understand. Too grand for *me* to articulate. So, I opt to explain the little things, small things. Insignificant things. Maybe even *I* lost my point. I have the question. And I have the answer. But I, myself, don't even know how I get there. How am I going to explain how I got there if I don't know how I got there?

Sometimes, there are variables in-between point A and point B. Some of this variables are so minor and, to many others, irrelevant. Though, they are significant to me and they play a great role in my thought process. However, when I tried to explain how I get from point A to point B, these minor points would pour out of my mouth and people would blink and think, "what in the boat beams, brass balls and the bloody bucket of blue bells is she babbling about?"

You probably are blinking right now.

It's okay. I'm crazy. I can deal with that. You might be, too, if you read this far. Honestly, does this make sense to you? If it is, do let me know. I think I've been searching all my life for someone like you.

My brain had been refusing to recognize the written form of communication and retreated to the visual method for far too long. Ahh, but now, now words make sense again. They form sentences and express ideas and intentions. They are lovely, beautiful and powerful.

I will bask in this glow for as long as I can have it.

All you writers out there, prepare yourself, I will be sauntering in your spaces looking for good readings I have missed in the pass year.

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I feel like I just woke up from a long sleep.