Wish you were here

I was reading the blog of a friend earlier today and was struck by how poignant her words are. How they make me feel as if we are sitting across a table enjoying a drink together.

And I miss that. A lot. Really.

The ability to write as if you are here I mean. It was something I actually had a knack for at one time. Back when the words here and elsewhere were rarely censored or thought out.

In the pursuit of finding that elusive moment in all of these syllables, of connecting in some profound way,causing the loss of those thoughts they were actually meant to convey.

It took reading the words of a far better writer to remind me of what I’m actually good at. Just being me.

For now, thank you for this brief bit of clarity. Perhaps with this insight I can
get back on track.

Only time will tell.