Years

2008. ... that's when i began.
2021. ... that's where we are now. 

13 years are here. 

2014 is the last I wrote. anything really. 

that's 7 years of no internal conversation. no capturing the journey of my heart and mind. nothing to remember what i've been doing. somehow i don't regret it. the stories and characters of these 7 years will come out in the telling. but we are here today.

and i draw a blank. afraid to really talk genuinely. being honest with myself. no one reads these words outside of myself so why freight. because just because