I want to write

I want to write. 

I need to write.

I need to let the words inside of me be free.

So that I can be, and be me, be heard, or read (read?).

But I have obligations.

Obligations keeping me doowwnnn, maaaan!

Holding me back, holding me up!

Keeping me from being the coolest me I can be.

I’ll be back. With a vengeance. I can’t be stopped.

I’ve got tales to tell, yarns to spin, stories to behold.

And they just won’t stay inside of me.

They want out, and they’ll get it.

So get ready.

I’m writing.