Fog, right ? I am less poetic, stronger and out of the fog. Am I really ?

I read today the first blog I created. I was impressed by the energy, poetry, vividness of feelings. I was impressed by how fresh my writing was. I was able to create new concepts such "transgresser la nuit" and express them with elegance. What comes out of my writing is the free character, the human being who feels the moment and tries to catch the ephemeral. For years, I looked down on this blog and thought it only reflected how immature I was. I remember that a French guy in the Writing class I took with Bêcheur told me that my writing didn't mean anything. I was affected by it, sort of. It stayed with me for a while. I kind of believed it too. Not now.  I think now that he was just unable to connect with me, because I was only trying to describe very particular experiences.