after nearly a year of relatively disciplined "blogging" -- writing poetry, songs, journal entries and creating my "internet presence" on myspace...i find the road drawing to a close...petering out much like ernesto over the Atlantic Coast of Florida.
i am not sure what the deal is...i deleted my myspace account and two of my lesser known blogspots; i even deleted many of the entries from this very page. strange.
my friend cafrine asked if i was having a crisis of communication; maybe i am.
parts of me miss it. i miss the getting it all out of my system, the part where i can rant to anonymous masses and feel the boldness of letting everyone know how i feel or what i have learned yet with the safety and security of believing no one would care enough to read. i miss wondering if anyone has commented or left me a message on myspace. i miss changing up the Top Friends. i miss being friends with matt wertz and dave barnes, members of nsync, and the cast of saved by the bell.
what scares me most is that maybe i have nothing to say. that would indeed be a crisis for me. i wouldn't know who i am anymore. maybe that is just it...it is time to figure out who i am...and to figure it out on my own...without the rants of boldness and the safety net.
so yeah...hmmm...there it is
1 comment:
nice.
-brent newberry
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