It wasn't really my fault or anyone's for that matter. I guess I'd found new loves, friends and other things which I can't remember. But i'd forgotten something, someone truly important: myself the inner me. the story teller. the art lover. me.
The wanderer.The wonderer. I didn't build her up - enough. but I still can. with even more love. The wonderer. The one who sat and thought and wrote and sought.. I forgot. To take the time to write my thoughts. I did try sometimes but I was so engrossed.. With growth, growing, I guess.. But now I'm back, with all my heart. I need my heart. No, not my might. But with all the stories my eyes saw, heart encountered. my eyes see and heart encounters. I will write them here. day by day, I'll remember. and do my best. With all my heart. Love, withaheartofart