Steps...

Its a new year. I haven't posted in a while. So I've gotten to thinking about what to write, what to decide, how each day past this point is going to pass.

I have no answers yet, only questions and pointers, yet none in a direction I can find a solid path for.

I wrote a letter that helped me release every single dream and memory... and hope.

Having reached the hands that it was meant for, it exists no longer, in physical or emotional memory.

I wanted to start the New Year by being able to hear some kind of music.

I tried listening, and all I hear is...

Silence.

Not the oppressive kind. Merely the lack of anything, hence a tune unto itself.

Ah well... Its a little lonely I guess, but hey, with my past, this is nothing.

Its somewhat serene.

But yeah, sorry that this blog seems random. Its my one outlet for my mind.

To all who read this... thanks for taking the time to.

Until later,

Whispers