The deep dark passage back to page...

Why would I be surprised at all that I find myself here again...? This was my sole and my soul's retreat for so long, this is where my inspiration found it's voice. Did I think it was time to put my truest voice to rest? Suddenly I feel a sadness for Van Goghe and every tortured artist...it is important that I acknowledge this deep, unbridled and mournful passion that has been ignored causing the levy to break...My heart is heavy as my voice is stifled, it is time to emerge from my silence and once again speak with my writers voice. I will not stary far now...I am settling back in for work, the hold on my wrist is firm and unmistakable.