Let me be pie to you, reader. I came here on blogspot by another name. Maybe you’ve read me before and liked me; followed me. Or maybe you just brushed me away as another whinning soul. But aren’t we all?
Been having a blast with my other blog but i had to back up a bit.. i had to reassess. In the months since i started, i was able to gather quite a following. Praises (or insults) were heaped on my nosebleed style of writing. But the question remains... am i truly satisfied with my truckload-full of words produced?
Did the blog serve what its header so blatantly proclaimed? Love, live, laugh and linger? I think not. Most of what pie loves, laughs about and lives for remains unwritten. My blog became so public an affair that my innermost feelings died before seeing the light of publication. So came this birthing process for my attic.
Dear self, what you cannot speak about, what you cannot write about, let me do it. Let pie the resilient handle it; take the pen from your hand and write it down; take the pain from your heart and cast it away; nurture you like no one else will (for who will, actually?) and see you grow into the gentle self you so dream about. For as one blogger have put it: “i am but just a dream” or something like that; let me be your dream. let this be your dreaming attic, weary gentle soul. sleep now.