What does your blog mean to you?
It isn’t a post. It isn’t a lot of posts.
At least not for me.
My blog is my dark room where I can slam the door to the world and scream a little bit and no one looks at me like I’m crazy. I talk to myself here… I talk to myself everywhere actually. I’ve given up wondering if that’s strange and I lay my voice to rest here. My fingers type the sounds of my thoughts and I can sleep finally.
It’s a place for my tongue to bake in the sun a little bit until I’m tired of talking and want to give it all a rest.
It’s a second home.