~What I do.

Over the past couple of months, I've looked through a lot of my older writing. I looked through stuff I'd posted online, scanned through a bunch of old poetry. I have a lot of old writing. Years... decades... of shtuff. It only goes back so far. The early years are gone, and that frustrates me to no end, but there's still a good 20 years or so of stuff around. If I did nothing but read, it would take me about 5 years to get through it all.

20 some years of confusion, pain, insight, and questioning on paper. I've answered some of those questions I asked in my youth, and have come to terms with the fact that there may be no answers for others. I've changed, yet stayed the same. Through it all though, I've written.