I miss writing, the only way I will write again is to make it a chore to be completed daily. Today is the first day of writing, just free form, trying to get words on paper. I have never been the most gifted of writers but I get by. Living with people more artistic than me has caused me to go silent with writing. My voice is something I miss seeing in the written form. I am not even sure if I have anything of value to say, anything anyone would want to hear. What value to my words have? What have I to talk about? I don't know. I hope I can find my way back to writing & have something to say. How horrible would it be if I killed my voice because I didn't think it was stunning enough? Every voice should have some value, shouldn't it? I have so much clutter in my mind that needs a home, it needs to not be captive anymore. I hope my voice is actually here & gets stronger so I can get it all out.