I've never been much of a talker. Not quite sure I'm a good listener either, though I always try my best to be.
No. What I do best is, not so unfortunately, always including nobody but myself, a delicious seclusion that I most often fill with letters. English not being my first language, this is a big step out of my comfort zone, a most needed one.
I lost all the pictures on this blog but the words remained. I've had this for over 4 years and it is a sweet, comforting thing to have. I'll try my best to re-upload them as days go by, slowly but surely.
I haven't been taking a whole lot of pictures in the last year. I can't say why I didn't, but I didn't, and it frustrates me in way. Have I lost interest? Have I become lazy? I'm afraid so. But words I never get tired of. Even if I doubt people will show interest towards someone they don't know, maybe will they read for other reasons? But whatever I want to talk about, whatever I need to say to get to that peaceful state of mind, whatever I need to do to ease my troubles, I will. It is much better here than anywhere else anyways.
I don't want to say I'm lonely, I always thought it sounded too sad, too negative and I don't see it that way. I do want to share. I do want others to know about me, I just won't force it on anyone.
