passage public...

a photo. from paris. taken once upon a while ago.

passage public.

hello.

it's me again.

and i don't think of how much time has passed.

since i took the time to write. to find words.

or even just really say hello

to the self.

here. with words. thoughts.

and share them with friends.

and i can't say how many times i have wanted to write

just to hold on, capture, reminisce on little moments

or simply ponderings

along the way.

there are days i feel as though language has been lost.

and there are days i feel as though a new language is being spoken.

silently. quietly.

a hopeful language. playful in her way. learning.

at times stumbling. searching for words as well.

and i almost feel as though i'm searching for words right now.

so i'll just leave this with a whisper,

just to say that things are fine.

and even in my silence

thinking of you. and missing you.

much.

ang.