Don’t call it a comeback. Coda might be more accurate.
I haven’t posted for some time & more than a few have noticed. While I appreciate the inquiries and concern, the world(s) will continue to chug along just fine with or without me and my blog. The SL blogosphere will continue to thrive as long as there are virtual ken/barbie dolls to dress up & digital drama to spread. I doubt there will be a shortage of either anytime soon.
Why post now? I’m really not sure. It’s not that I feel anyone is owed an explanation. Maybe i’m just looking both ways before I cross the road.
In the beginning this was just another creative outlet. It was a way to be myself through someone else. Over time it may have evolved but ultimately it was always a way to stand in the spotlight while remaining unseen. While I may have provided an occasional glimpse into who I really am it’s no secret I gave away very little and i’m ok with that. This is my merry-go-round. You didn’t have to ride & the admission was ridiculously underpriced.
This has nothing to do with something someone else has said or done. Whatever this is… it’s of my own doing. Always remember, I run this bitch. *smiles sweetly*
Many assumptions have actually worked in my favor, even if a few have annoyed and/or infuriated me, so I can’t complain in that regard. I never got around to filling out my “real blogger” application so some might even embrace my absence from the feeds, as they should. It’s easier for the cool kids to pretend they’re pretty on the inside when no one is around to stuff them in a locker.
So…
I’ve said a lot, without saying much at all. I’m fully aware of this. Maybe I just have nothing else to say. Maybe, in the spirit of the about section I wrote long ago, I’m going to burn it down to build a better me.
Only after disaster can we be resurrected. -Tyler Durden
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TIYSL Snapshot: Will there be enough?
* Raindrops skip and spatter against a liquid mirror, cool, not quite cold to the touch. The sun begrudgingly peels back sheets of night, leaping over mountains, racing across the sea, to paint the first breaths of day across his back. He relaxes clenched fist feeling the ocean wrap around him and, if only for a moment, feels unburdened… weightless… and alive. *
Will there be enough water? by The Dead Weather
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