And ohhh, don't you ever want to lose control...

i wrote yesterday for the first time in months.  real words, where there is just pen and paper and no spell check.  i used to write all of the time, and I loved it, still love it.  but i hadn't in a long time and i'm not sure why.  I hadn't even really realized I had stopped. i was prompted by a question over break that deserved answering, and in the moment i didn't have an answer to give.  so then i wrote, and as i did more and more just kept pouring out, faster than I could really put the words down.  and my handwriting is atrocious, but it speaks to the fervor of the night, the intensity to put it all down before I lost it is evident by the scrawled words.  and i think i'm going to keep writing.