It never stops. Back and forth. On and off. Pause, but I’m back. Over and over. Never sure what to expect when I do come back. All I know is I miss it, I love it. Like a warm hug that I haven’t felt in years. I need it.
So here I am, with a new promise to myself. No rules. No socials. No comments. I’m doing it for me, and for the words that are longing to take shape. For the music that the words form in my mind as they tumble out onto the keyboard. For the love.
The Pretty Walrus 