today i write again.

After admittedly too long, I've decided to pick up my pen again. Well okay, keyboard if you must.

It feels oddly unfamiliar, like the feeling of your arm after sleeping on it for too long.

I wouldn't say I have been taking a hiatus, cause it was somewhat unintentionally. Certainly there are spells of writers' block. And of course days where one is simply apathetic to writing because there just seems to be other things to do.

I daresay, however, that I have been somewhat a hermit for awhile. There are reasons behind it, and I could perhaps tell you about the cobwebs that have gathered, but there's no real need to turn back the pages, so I won't.

I think there is also a conscious need for restraint. Looking back, perhaps baring too much of oneself, even if in words and prose, might not have been the best thing. It certainly did serve it's purpose of therapy, but with it came ripple effects of not always good things, and feeding the emo (yes, this phrase is mine) can be rather addictive and self-indulgent. So I'll try.

And if I have to ask myself why I'm writing again, I know the answer used to be Because I have to, and sometimes, Because I want to.

But this time, it's because I can.

And that should mean something.


. arigato .