It's been quite a while, hasn't it?

I did say I was going to start updating again, in a bid to satisfy some imaginary audience and more importantly as an avenue for sorting thoughts out. So here begins a restart attempt.

Allow me to lament something.

I hate the state of my poetry now.

You heard me. I really do. My naive mind is was shrouded in some dark cloud of vanity and low expectations, and I deemed my pathetic works of words thrown together to be somewhat acceptable.

How mistaken I was.

Let's set the scene, shall we? As you might know, I'm pretty OCD when it comes to organizing. Even down to the typography and all that. So one day I took efforts to organize my entire folder of writings and in the process read the said works. My reaction to them was not drastic. In fact, it was more like nostalgic. But there was no awe. No sense of pride in most of the words, only select few. So what was I doing? Those words were not meant to be teenage diary entries, but a large proportion ended up having an uncanny resemblance.

I just took time to look at a few again. And yup, I guess I'm seeing a little clearer now. Most of them don't have a spark, and I have to think about editing them. Quite a few have potential but need some serious sprucing and chopping.

Somehow I guess this gives me hope. it's not hard to grow, when you know that you just don't know~ Because I know there's plenty more ahead that I can do with my words, and I want to push it into that strange and brilliant unknown.

Preferably with an expanded vocabulary.

And plenty of luck on my side.

I already know I have God's blessings. :D