I miss writing. I miss sitting in the middle of the night, or in some pretty garden meticulously piecing words together. The feeling of expressing myself with pen and paper was always this huge weight lifted off my shoulders. The weight is slowly building and I know it’s so easy to get rid of it, but sometimes the easy things seems to be the biggest challenges. I feel scared that if I write it, it must be true, or that things in my head are just so silly. But then there are those times when I look back at what I wrote, and I feel so proud, and accomplished. Those are the moments I want, and of course I want them always. I guess this is my encouragement to start writing again. Even if it is short, even if it’s pointless..Just write.
