Oh, neglected blog, I am sorry.
I have been busy with this thing called life.
And you are my refuge from it.
It is what I do when I am not hiding in the corners of my mind.
Mind you, I love you and all the times we've spent together,
However, we are growing apart.
Perhaps becoming healthier and more aware of our needs.
I have revealed to you some of the secrets I never would tell before.
Now, I have opened up a door to outside.
And, you my dear, are my inside.
I will be back
With new tales to tell.
I am growing up somehow
Moving on, but I will never forget you.
You are written in the bright light of zeros and ones.
You are not a zero.
You are a number one.
I drink to you Elation.
I promise your creation will continue in a new dimension.
However, now I must sleep and dream a book
The Education of a Mime in silence.
I entered a writing contest for The Leonard Lopate Show on WNYC to write a six-word memoir. Here's mine:
My Six-Word Memoir
Struggling actress talking,