I always seem to forget that I have a voice. I have something to say. There are endless thoughts trailing through my mind and aching to flow onto the keyboard, but I always get held back by myself. I'm afraid my writing won't be good enough, that no one would enjoy reading this.
I will not let myself surrender to what-ifs and fears. The keyboard is my pen, the ink seeps through the screen in mini pixils, coloring the screen and scattering posts throughout my blog.
My blog might have died, but my thoughts will always be there.
That's me, still smiling.