Out of the Cold

 

I took a moment. A short one, I thought. But I got stuck. Stuck with working and fighting to make ends meet. Getting back to writing felt heavy and far. It didn’t feel as if I would get the flow back. Like my dear friends, the characters I created, had come to life and left me in a void. It lasted for almost a year. Depression cut through my days whenever it could. The slightest chance I gave it and I was captured in despair. Darkness got deeper but I found new friends in old ones and old friends in new ones.

Sitting by the abyss, dangling my feet from the edge, I now see myself in another light. I can feel my ‘I’ inside. The abyss, the horizon, the sky above with its clouds, and the grass beneath is all part of me.

I wrote a short story for anyone to read. Posted it here today and I hope the feeling I now have stays long enough for me to find my way back and write as much as I did.

A plentitude of projects are at my hands. I hear them wake up now. They scream to me for their lives. To be written, released, and read.

Have fun with “Mind Revised.

Agneta

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