I’m back.

Words have more power than we can ever imagine. As a poet. A sometimes researcher. As a writer. I know this. Words are paint on a canvas, a polaroid on steroids. They hold the power to summarize pictures of a monotonous and boring life and they beautify the simplest of Monday's. They dance across our mind and illuminate long forgotten emotions we thought we could never, ever feel again. They hold hands while skipping within our head, attempting to catch our attention sometimes for a minute, sometimes forever.  They make us remember the tiny things. His flannel. The smell of her hair. They make us forget. His hands. Her emptiness. They make us love. They make us cry. They, make us

And so I will continue to share. To let others trick or treat with my life and see the best treats I have to offer and the crappy generic parts of me too. In hopes that sharing will spark the writer in Me again while giving others a way to say “me too”.
My light will always be left on for you. Stop by.