Alright, I guess seven months is enough of a respite. Expression demands activity, and I'm ready to oblige.
Have you ever experienced that ambivalence that drives and restrains at the same time? Confusion of purpose reigns in this state, leaving residual anxiety. The discomfort goes on and demands unearthing, but it buries itself well and can take some time to uncover. Well, I've dug and dug and found my need to write to be the villain; its neglect had hounded me, but it had failed to identify itself.
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