I Am Alive.

I've heard that writing frees the soul; that words on paper can solve even the greatest of tragedies. Is this true? I do not know. All I know is that I'm trying to be better than what I once was. I want to find better avenues of approach. Tonight has been hard, harder that most nights recently. But I made it through, by myself. I don't know what tomorrow brings but I know that things will get better. They have too. Thank you for reading my posts, though its been quite awhile since I last posted. I guess I just haven't had the desire to type; or maybe I know that these words will go unnoticed. Isn't that the point though? Regardless, here I am. A fragment of years past. I am breathing, and though I am not as happy as I want to be. I am alive. I think that's something to rejoice in, is it not? Have a good day. Be safe, and love one another. As cliche as that sounds.