Revitalization

This is a homecoming of sorts. A stark departure from the dark (yet rhyming) poetry of September 2007, one of the lowest phases of my life. I now return to the basics; this is not to be a display of my once-exemplary, now-average writing skills, but rather an expression of the best and worst of me and those around me. Okay, that was too long, not to mention too loaded a sentence. I wish I could revise, erase and maybe completely vanquish some of the things that made me not so great a human being. But that is not to be. So I will try, in more than one way to recreate the feeling that once made me look forward to each new morning. As Maya so aptly put it, "London is therapeutic". And you were damn right..as it is for me, in ways I could never have imagined.

There is a feeling of despair that I cannot help but carry with me; I don't believe its something that will ever completely remove itself from my being. But the fact that I actually, genuinely feel and believe there is hope (a word that never has been a part of my vocabulary), somehow suggests there is a revitalization in process. And I for one, eagerly look forward to what it might bring.