Friday, September 26, 2014

I'm a writer.

I've been in hibernation for too long and it's difficult to feel the flow. 

There was a time when a sentence would form in one breath, 
but now I breathe hundreds—thousands—before it makes sense.

Journal writing has gotten easier.
I found something that works for me. But it's still hard to be vulnerable in public.
I want to be, though. I need to be.

I'll be around.