Writing used to be everything to me. I used to express my pain, remember my happiness, and often avoid the real truth. I haven't completed a piece, fully, in almost a year. Sometimes I think maybe I am not cut out to be a writer, but then I look back at some of m work and I relive the excitement of the words appearing on the page and the expression after I opened up to the blank page. For me, writing will always be like that first love that you cant let go; that song that you want to sing over and over again and the reason I breathe. Therefore, it is time for me to play beautiful music as I fall in love with my passion all over again.