I haven’t known what to write here.
That’s probably not a great thing to admit on a blog that’s supposed to contain writing.
But there it is.
I think part of the problem is that I keep trying to figure out what this place is supposed to become.
Stories?
Journal entries?
The things I wouldn’t say somewhere else?
Maybe that’s the problem.
Maybe it doesn’t have to become anything.
Maybe this can just be the place where I put the things that don’t have anywhere else to go.
Half-finished thoughts.
Strange little stories.
Things I remember at midnight.
Things I probably shouldn’t admit.
Things that aren’t profound enough to teach anybody anything.
No lesson.
No inspirational ending.
No need to turn every scar into wisdom.
Just words.
So that’s what I’m doing tonight.
Breaking the silence.
Nothing profound happened here.
I just showed up.
— Rowan