From the beginning

What a long strange trip it's been. Here I sit preferring solitude over being out engaging with others. I wonder if I am afraid of them or I won't know what to say to them. I have always felt like an outsider looking in; as if I didn't speak the same language as everyone else or that I speak in a dialect that no one understands. Solitude is safe, it's quiet, it's predictable and you never know what you're missing if you never try it. Creating with my hands is one of my greatest joys and pleasures. Writing is also an outlet for the cries of my inmost self. I have stopped asking myself what is wrong with me and have gone on to the business of figuring it out. Here in my little cyber cell, I will begin that journey.