I used to write….  it would flow freely from me.  (insert some type of annoying metaphor.)  I’m curious why this doesn’t come with spell check…  My spelling isn’t anywhere near as impressive as my vocabulary, and my vocabulary isn’t as impressive as my writing….  at least what my writing used to be.  I used to have the ability to construe emotions, intended voice tone, and even get people to appropriately pause where I wanted them to when reading my work.  I could move people to tears, or entertain my audience with a literary discussion.  I miss writing.  I miss me.

The wheel keeps on turning.  The clock keeps ticking…  and one thing you can never hide from is time…

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