I've been trying to write for a long time now, and I suddenly feel as if the words, that I had thought were hidden from my thoughts, are returning back to me and I shall be thrown back into writing. I haven't written anything in almost a year, I hope, even though all I can write about is my pain, and I thought it had healed, that I can write once more. I feel an emptiness when I can't write, a longing to explore more and more of the deep secrets I seem to find in my dreams at night. So we'll see what happens. I'm glad I'm not a writer for a living or I'd be in trouble for sure now, with nothing at all on paper. I'll take it one step at a time. See you on the other side.