Graveyard revisited

I have rarely in the time I have kept this blog revisited an entry. I even let the misspelled word remain and leave the absent modifiers and conjunctions. This blog is an expression of me in a raw form. So, the imperfections I can tolerate. I’m not writing the great American novel. (Well, not here anyway.) I also rarely comment back to comments left by the anonymous and not-so-anonymous readers. Of course, since I have removed myself from the tyranny of a paper that wanted me to write for free I have a lot less readers. But I some of loyal friends and supports check in now and then. I let a few read the Graveyard post from a few days ago. One told me to stop boo-whoing because no one wants to hear it and lose weight. Another, one I respect, said I seem so defeated. Well, sometimes I do feel defeated. Sometimes I do feel like boo-whoing (or is it boo-hooing). But the point of the post was to explain I WAS defeated. I WAS weeping. The point was to say: I want new dreams. I want new realities. I want new aspirations. I want a new narrative in my head. I want a new mantra. Writing is sometime cathartic. Writing sometimes expels pains. I needed to post that piece to get those emotions out of me. Now, that they are out on electronic paper, I can move on. I can began to rebuild my narrative. I can rebuild my dreams. I can rebuild my new reality. And with all the fantastical things that has happened this week. I can. I will. I must. I am.