Inconsistencies

 

Neglected-house

Life is full of them. We are sometimes our greatest obstacles to accomplishing anything. Looking back it is easy to see the pattern of neglect. I neglected myself, in so many ways, with my writing especially. What had once been a haven and solace, became a dreaded chore, pulling words out of thin air violently.

So I promise, to be better to myself, my art, my therapy if you will, and better to the readers that follow along.

 

Mrs 305