Hiding

The thing about hiding is that you sacrifice parts of yourself to do it. You tell yourself It's what I want, really, I just don't want to go out right now. I can later, just not now. And then it starts to spread to other parts of your life. Oh, I just won't check my messages for a little. I won't answer my email tonight, I'll get it tomorrow. I don't need to make a post. And then suddenly it's been three months and no one has heard from you.

And the sacrifice part? It's not like I was writing a whole lot in those three months when I went offline. Oh, sure, for the first week, when I wasn't constantly thinking about something to post, it was relaxing. A relief, even. And then I just stopped thinking about it all together, and I felt lazy and lethargic and apathetic. Which is all very well and good when it only lasts a few days, but this is months. Seriously.

So I started writing again, on anything handy. Like back in high school. I've got all these little scraps of receipt paper and napkins laying around now with random poetry on them. I am both amused and disgusted.

I mean, I have a perfectly good internet now, I don't need to litter so much :P


Said one hand to the other:
"Pray, let us again relive our youth,
Let us crush the walls before us
Laying waste to those who dare defy."
Said one hand to the other:
"Pray, let us touch the sky."

It was a long way down and it's a longer way back up again.