The Epiphany

This blog has been silent for awhile. This site began as a creative outlet for me to regurgitate thoughts and emotions with anonymity. As such, I have felt an expectation that what I write here be artistic and thought-provoking. Hence the silence. I have about fifteen partially constructed writings which I balled up and tossed in the virtual garbage can emblazoned with the label “BS”. I find myself incapable of being creative. I have nothing of import to say; no wise words to paint for you today. My muse has abandoned my soul.

But I offered a friend some advice and I realized my deeds were not echoing my words. So, this post has no creative value. It is not poetic, inspired, or incredibly intelligent. It is simply me.

80% of the posts on this blog stem from my attempt to deal with the hurt, distrust, and various other emotional leftovers from a bad relationship. During this process, I have been in a new relationship whose hope has counteracted most of the negativity of the past. What flowed onto “paper” was a mixture of the two…until recently.

I woke up one morning, began to write here, and realized that the past lacked the ability to threaten the present or to even snicker at the future. Past was true and simply… past. At some point, I had let go of how I had felt and hadn’t even noticed the subtle transition.

I slid my fingers from the keyboard and stared at the blank page in bafflement. The end of a chapter. Close the book. The end.