This isn’t my first post for this blog. I have posted numerous entries before this. Just today I decided to delete them all. It is for the efforts of unburdening my heart. My heart is heavy. It has been for the past few weeks, and I don’t know how long it will last.
Writing has been my refuge many times over for the same reason – heartache. The very same reason why I’m at it again.
“Perhaps love makes us old before our time – or young if youth has passed. But how can i not recall those moments? That is why i write – to try to turn sadness into longing, solitude into remembrance. So that when i finish telling myself the story, I can toss it into the Piedra. That’s what the woman who has give shelter told me to do. Only the – in the words of the one of the saints – will the water extinguish what the flames have written. All love stories are the same.” – By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept, Paulo Coelho