Bougainvilleas

Feels like I might slowly, very very slowly, be crawling back to writing? Not sure if it is a good thing at all for me. Because writing does make me feel terribly inadequate at times. And self-loathsome too. But it sure won't kill, will it? So..... I have decided I am going to write like nobody is reading me. I am going to write like I care a hang. I am going to write like my hands are just typing out my thoughts. I am going to write like I am freeing my chest, emptying my head. I am going to write like I have no friend to talk to except paper. I am going to write without any goal or direction and see where it takes me, what it does for me and not for others. I am going to write to bring a smile to my face. I am going to write because emotion moved me. I am going to write because I moved clutter out of my life. I am going to write to chuckle aloud, guffaw if possible. I am going to write to talk about my feeling of contentment and absenc