In a world that tries to strip you of your essence and tells you what you should be, it seems that I lost my voice for a little while. I wrote very little, got sucked down the vortex of melancholy, and passively let life pass me by for months.
Over the last month though, my voice has started to come back to me. Still little more than a whisper, it longs to be free again. And it will be. The inspirational breeze of a life lived with purpose has returned to push me forward.
I couldn't be more grateful.
Hello there again, World.
I'm back.
Always,
L.A.
oh that melancholic vortex... it had me too. i'm slowly emerging though :) glad you're slowly rediscovering your voice.
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