Writing again

I’ve been out of writing for a while. Can’t think of anything to say. So I was thinking about it, and decided to do some free writing. I haven’t’ done this in so long. I think it’s a good thing. I know I’m supposed to write. I know that that’s a facet of who I am at my core. But that facet has lain dormant. I’m not sure why, though. It kinda seems that when I HAVE to write, I’ll write a lot more on my own. Ever since I’ve been back from Morningstar, I haven’t really felt like writing at all. But I feel a little guilty about this. I felt, when I moved back here, that my purpose was to write. And I haven’t. Inspiration has been thin. Someone asked me the other day: So have you written anything lately? I felt ashamed. Not that I feel obligated. I feel that I have been neglecting an important piece of who I am, and what I’m supposed to do. And so here I am. Writing. I don’t know what to say, but it’s high time I said something. When I write, I feel like I am far more able to convey what’s on my mind that just speaking. This is my voice. These are my truest thoughts, and rawest emotions. I feel, that by never writing at all, I lose my voice. That’s part of one’s freedom. That’s in our Constitution as one of our most intrinsic rights: to express ourselves and let our voice be heard. Perhaps that sounds like a strong statement for just writing, but that’s the beauty of it, really. You can say whatever you want. You can feel how you feel. You can be that person that not everyone sees, because it’s that primal part of you that is more passionate than social constructs will allow. I miss that person. I haven’t talked to her in a while. I think I should let her out more often and see what she has to say. Every once in a while, I am assigning myself to just write. Sometimes with a topic, sometimes without. I need to get back into the habit of writing. This is when I think the clearest. I think this will be a good way to do it.