You couldn't write to save your life. Fucker.

I am in between places. Neither here nor there. I'm lost in familiar places. Its as if time has never moved. I feel so small, I feel like the years have passed by in a blink and have left me where I was then. Lost.

How do you start anew when everything in this world now is interconnected? Everything is online, everything is linked and hardwired towards finding you.

How do you start afresh when every page you say is a link to your past?

I write now because there is nothing left to do but.

Now

I hear chimes tinkling outside and little birds chirping and leaves rustling. I hear my heart's staccato pounding at the silence around me. I hear these things now more than ever.

I feel nothing.