How I am going to write...

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 absence of struggle and conflict.

I am going to write to express my joy in doing things I like in my way.

I am going to write about the immense joy that some things bring to me.

I am going to write because my heart will burst if I do not put the love I feel on paper.

I am going to write because it is a travesty to stay mute when I have so many things to say.

I am going to write because I have had a fairly long albeit enjoyable bout of consuming others' thoughts.

I am going to write because a plant sprouting a new leaf never ceases to amaze me as if it were happening for the first time.

I am going to write to say how plants are capable of making someone a mother.

I am going to write to make people realize that giving birth alone does not make you a mother, it is feeling a mellow kind of love and tolerance for everything in this universe that makes you one.

I am going to write about how riling up soil callused my hands with a texture finer than any other.

I am going to write about how tending to plants is the soporific that doctors should prescribe their sleepless patients.

I am going to write until words do not drag their feet.

I am going to write until I have nothing to say.