spilling out

I miss writing.
Oh, how I miss it.

I miss mixing words together.
Stringing thoughts into paragraphs.
Thinking up the best word to exactly fit what I am thinking or feeling.

I miss the click-click-click of the keyboard as I type.
I miss the scratch of the pen on the paper of my journal.
I miss re-reading the words that spill out.

These things, and so many more, I miss so much.
I've always been a big writer.
Stories, journal entries, blog posts.
Since I was a little girl, I had to find a way to get the words out of my head and on to something tangible.

I start to feel a bit crazy when I can't write.
Like my mind is completely filled and the faucet needs to open up and empty everything out.
I run around looking for pen and paper and just start writing.
Everything comes spilling out.
Word after glorious word.
It's fantastic.

Anyway,
I miss writing here.
So very much.
Just wanted to tell you that.