THE DEAD WOMAN IS ALIVE

Its been a decade. No wait, it's been more than a decade. Twelve years, let's be honest. Somehow it feels centuries have passed. Is that because of the pandemic? Or is it the curse of adulthood?

"The only way I would return back to writing is if someone paid me for it."

This is what I have thought every time I have opened a word document on my laptop. But what a stupid way to live life right? But also, how saddenning is the truth that this is now a brave new world. The one where you need to be paid, or receive instant gratification, to pursue your hobbies. Is the new normal only normal if there is more engagement? More paid collaborations, more "influencing, more "what do you bring to the table".

However, the metaphorical century ago when I used to spend my days and weeks caught up on this website, the only gratification I would feel is by making friends, by knowing people have read my stories and poems, and also, by some miracle, have known how I feel because they feel exactly the same.

So I will write again. For myself. And in hopes to make someone else on this God's vast green earth feel a little bit understood through my words.

Forgive me for what's about to come. I cannot promise you to be perfect, in fact, I may also be downright terrible.

But I will try. I will write.