Duality of ME

Reaching out for something new, for something more.
Walking on air--scared of missing a cloud
Breathless
Skipping Beats
Wiping tears

My mind wanders....my thoughts jump....and once again I'm staring at a computer screen. I used to write, all the time....
I used to let my fingers fly across the keyboard. They clicked, and they danced...I used to be a writer....

It was never a conscious decision to stop, It wasn't like one day I declared to the universe, "I'm not a writer anymore, go away!" I never did any of that. I didn't think about it, it just happened. I used to write everyday. It was therapy, it was work-- it was who I was.

Now here I am, realizing that somehow I lost something. I've decided to journey back down the rabbit hole. Be warned, the journey may be fruitless...but I'll just have to see.

I used to be a writer, I wonder if I still am?