three months and I'm still sober

listening: kelly clarkson, sober

(picked all my weeds, but kept the flowers...)

I am on my way downstairs to write, and I'm almost afraid to. 

I had a really good idea this morning and I made a note to write it, and now that I have the time and concentration and motivation, I'm afraid to go write. I'm nervous that it's been too long since I have let words come out exactly how they mean to, and I'm worried I no longer have the skill to shape them. 

But instead of sitting here and worrying, I am going to go write. What comes out may be beautiful or it may be awful, but at least I'll be writing again; writing things that are more substantial than wisps of thoughts masquerading as poems.

ykylm,

rae