When I first started blogging about my musings about love, relationships, heartaches and growing apart I felt so sure that I wouldn't run out of ideas. But lately nothing really struck me, it's as if my muse was on leave and left me scavenging for inspiration. I do not know if momentarily not writing about my quite sad forte is a good sign. I guess I was just so caught up with my new career that I failed to create new poems. Looking back to all my creations, I got a picture of the kind of person my works evoke: sad, lonely, pathetic. And I asked myself, was I really all that? No. Maybe I'm wrong. But I'd like to believe that my posts are only an outlet of a strong desire, of a powerful yearning of someone who looks forward to rosier days, someone who craves for all the things that I mostly write about.
To all my 11 followers and to those who visit my blog (from the Philippines and from other countries) thank you for taking a moment and reading a portion of my feelings. Thank you for understanding (I hope) that at times I have to do something to get things that I want and not just write about them.
This is not a goodbye but rather an explanation for the short impasse that happened.
Please watch out for my upcoming posts.
*I hope I can start reviewing books this year! (cross fingers)
-MIGGY
