It's been so long since I wrote something. That something which floats to me and teases me to put it into words. That something that compels me to give it a shape though there's no clay around. That something that keeps me away from the love of my life. It's there...I can sense it. But the mind is not quiet. Too much was going on and then now there's nothing. The constant need for the worry, discontentment, and seeking is distracting me. And then there's life.
But I want to write. Especially when I read other's words and feel the beauty in them. The words...I need to write.