103 days since I’ve put pen to paper and released whatever it is I’m feeling.
103 days I was lost, searching for what I was missing and now..
Now it’s found.
I’m a writer by nature which is funny..
I’ve always been clumsy with my words.
My vocabulary not very expansive.
My imagination has always ran
I’ve felt more than I should
So I wrote
I wrote for inner peace and to make sense of the chaos around me.
I wrote to find feeling
I wrote to touch the bottom of the deepest wells of sorrow
And maybe that’s why I haven’t written
I found love
And well as love goes you get totally absorbed in it
But I’ve been dreaming of writing again
So here I am..