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I Showed Back Up
No Longer Dormant
I am no longer dormant. Not so much a beast reawakened, but a shell of a person crawling back to comfort. I showed back up because I had to. I needed to spill words again to lick my wounds and find an outlet for anything and everything writhing inside of me.
It’s always been easy to just turn on the screen and type here. To publish. To sleep. To reawaken every sense of my soul in an instant. To allow words to drip from me until I have nothing left. But there is so much left to write.
I showed back up for me, but I am here as a representation of you. We are all mirrors of one another, even if in different forms. I see you. I hope you see me. I hope you hear me. I am awake again.
I may leave again. I always do. But I always come back. Because the blinking cursor is always waiting for me while my a**hole of a brain stockpiles memories for future diatribes. And here I am.
Life is cranky. It has bad days. It has better days. It has worse days. And then there are the worst days, which in retrospect, are not nearly as bad as your worst days. They just feel like them. At that moment. Or even the aftershock.
I write because it soothes the emotional hypochondria. I write because it feels good. I write because I can. There is no goal other than to rid me of some of…
