Well, here goes. I'm writing a blog. Hopefully it goes better than my multiple failed journaling attempts . . . but no promises.
A blog. What a funny concept. Is it a diary or a social medium? I suppose I can use this space to write whatever I wish, and you, reader, can use these words to think of me however you will. But the truth is, I sit at blank pages and bleed. You will here find, if you choose to read, the many little quirks that compose me, as well as the deepest parts of my inner soul. It's a vulnerable, stripped feeling, but so is all writing. Whether fiction or fact or fantasy, every string of words houses a hidden part of its author. All it takes to uncover these bits of character is a mind like a magnifying glass.
So enjoy. I am cryptic. I am dramatic. I daydream. I am in love. I wander. And I see beauty in everything.
Wow, I just read through all of this. You were born to write, my friend. Your words are so rich and full of depth, not merely thrown onto the page. I may not understand everything that you write, but I think its meant to be like that. We all see the world a little differently and I am delighted that you are writing down bits of what you see. Love you! -Abigail
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness I almost cried reading this. You have a gift, Rebekah. Thank you for sharing it with the world. Love, Grace Prda
ReplyDeleteI LOVE YOU BOTH SO MUCH. Thanks guys!! :)
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