Sigh

I need to write; should be writing what I feel, what I know and what I am. I should be hearing the way the keys sound under the pressure from my fingers, but instead I'm hearing those voices that tell me to think and not type, to pick up my mental pen and write thoughts in a memory book that will fade. I've been trying, feeling, meaning and hoping to write something...cause emotions are bottled up inside.

So I'm here again...was my absence noted? Maybe, maybe not. I've been in a cage inside my own mind for a few weeks....and now I find it hard to reproduce what I have already created....sigh...I will be back.