the need to write for me is like breathing…its natural.. it’s an ache and an urgency… is there anything I’ll say that will remain after I leave.. what holds me back from writing ambitiously … I dont know.. I dont know.. missed time.. I dont know..I dont know.. how do I begin.. where do I end… will I have respite ever.. i dont know.. but sufficient is the fact that I know there is a storm raging inside and it wants to surface