Not much was happening there. Just me and the words. Hardly ever more than 230.
We were not making an effort to be interesting. We were not seeking anybody's appreciation. We were just trying to convey some meaning, important only to us. There was a bit of a struggle, with the words, but it was an intimate, tranquil struggle.
And yet, with all this quietness and intimacy some lethargy started to creep in.
There was a calming feeling of safety. Numbing the edges.
In the secured space of Private Post, isolation started nesting in the corners.
Laziness was licking glass of that one-way mirror.
Once I entered the little space of my words, we handled the daily task and... I was just leaving. No peeping at other posts. No checking on other writers. For some time it was nice to be sheltered from all the noises and dramas, but in that way, we were also missing joys and fascinating discoveries. And it started to feel lonely.
So now it is almost like the first day of school after a long absence. It could have been a long trip or just as well illness, the gap arose...
And.. just got a bit smaller...