Me.

   A title befitting of a blog. Of my blog at least. I have been urged, time and again to start writing blogging. Procrastination and a lack of ideas put me off it. I blogged for a bit, back when one of my best friends went abroad to study, my blog was in some ways, for her to read. This, is for me. Myself to read when i need to be reminded, of who i am and used to be.

   When i was younger, i had a lot of faith and confidence in my way with words. I wrote nothing fancy, it was all just very simple, very much like myself. I've always felt that words that move you, were the ones that portrayed your thoughts in the easiest possible way to understand. No supercalifragilisticexpialidoxious (close enough) supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. Plain and simple, does wonders.

   I don't know where my belief in my own writing went to nor when it went away but i do hope that this will bring it home. I am not expecting to move mountains and part seas with what i write, but i do hope to entertain and comfort with it.

   The main reason why i am writing again is because i had an epiphany. I had an epiphany that was cause by a dream. It was more like a nightmare but since it brought about this, i shall call it a dream. Even as i recall that dream, it still unsettles me a lot. 

   I have come to realise, that i, do not want to forget. It is inevitable (forgetting), for memories are very fickle. Some stay, some get distorted and some are just...forgotten. I have (as with everyone) people in my lives who make life a beautiful place and i do not want to have to blame my memory for not remembering them as they are, beautiful and precious.

   To a fresh start. I hope to achieve something with this, wherever it may lead me to.