Sometimes I wish I were new again, fresh again
I love the early bloggers, the blank space and quiet place and
I remember how good it felt to be momentarily free
and connect with my truest
Oh, how World
brought out the simple beat of me!
when I let myself go, on a word-loving spree.
I miss the mystery; the zero-f’s-given artistry.
Can you give me a dose of your bliss-story.
I want to roll my fonts down your now-story.