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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

And purpose…

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

All consuming

But I’ve been dreaming of writing again

So here I am..