Do you live to write? Or was that just a phase? Do you not remember the days that all you spoke in your brain was poetry? Or how you could captivate your reader by just speaking your mind? Or how when you read the poetry of random people you felt their pain?
Oh, but I Know you remember the day you told yourself that you didn't need poetry anymore. The day that you told yourself that you could use Dancing as an emotional outlet and get the same lasting release as with poetry. Ha, what a lie. Yes, Dancing made you feel good but, it would just cause you anxiety until you had your next fix. You put on a good show though you had yourself convinced for a good three weeks. But now look where we are. Sitting here in front of a keyboard...
I welcome you back, even though I resent that you ever left in the first place. I'm glad dancing was just a phase.
Do you remember that day that you stop writing? Oh, wait that never happened...
