Two years

I'm a terrible blogger. Little use denying that. Every once and a while I feel this compulsory need to ramble on about things no one else cares for. It's been too long since I've written. Although the voices in my head carry on as they always have it seems the itch to write had forsaken me. Perhaps that's what fragmented words is truly about, the loss of something so simple. Forgetting who you are in the basic necessity to survive. I miss the words, the letters, the release of the world in my mind. But I feel as though the stories I have I've kept for so long they are no longer the same. Like an animal raised in captivity that no longer can survive out in the wild. 

Captivity. That's a good way of putting it. I've allowed these bars to grow around me with such little resistance. When I thought I was getting peace I was actually getting compliance.