This is just for starters.
When I created my last blog, I meant for the walls of my screen and the anonymous thrust into the tangled wires of the internet to be a comfort for me. With those thoughts, I could say anything I wanted to say with no regard for my audience. I was writing to simply write and express the fluttering emotions of my life. I avoided using my blog as a scapegoat as much as possible. Even now, I try to calmly look over the process I use every time that I write. What I soon realized is that I love writing too damn much to just overlook the entire process that moves me. My life dwells inside a realm in which all emotions flow towards. The black and white of text and medium is like a lake of feelings and trials. Some emotions burn and some grow; some die, while many become tools which I later will utilize to aid my future endeavors. Writing is something I will never move past. "In Reaping Beginnings" is to try to accept each new road I take, but with each road, I will always have this escape, when things become hard, or when fears ride my thoughts too heavily. I can return to the paper (in essence) and pour my fears, emotions and loves here in a place where I hope I won't be judged. My thoughts are my own. Who is any one person to call another's feelings lame, or gay, or any other degrading term? We are our own person. No one is better that another. No one is alone. We all share similar experiences.
I think that will be enough for tonight. Also, I'm ending now because the tiredness finally hit me.