“I don’t think you should die until you’re ready. Until you’ve wrung out every last bit of living you can.”

― Libba Bray, Going Bovine

I am here.

I am not exactly sure where, but I am here.

I find myself at a point of not knowing how, or what, or when.

A lot of time has passed since I have allowed thoughts and emotions to pass through my fingers to type the words…but I am here, ready to do it again.

It feels like I am void of emotion, yet they are there, deep, waiting to be put on the page.

I have lived a lot in these past years and found other ways, yet the pen calls me.

I thought I was wasting my time putting it all down in prose instead of living it…so I lived…I did…I cried, I laughed…I found joy.

I let it go.

I am stuck…again…

I know I have more to do…more to scribe.

It is time to learn to do both.

I am

still not dead.