I feel like a capped pen, a page of blogs posts waiting to be published, an extremely full bottle, with the cap screwed on tight. I want to write, really write. Not just the superficial blog posts I find myself typing so often. I want to write what really goes on in my head. What I’m really thinking.
I want to write, but I forget; forget that the perfect words don’t always flow out of your head the first time your think them, perfectly satisfying. I don’t remember that writing is work, you have to spend time writing something worthwhile.
I just want to write.