It’s been months since I’ve written. Now, with a shaking hand and bruised ribs, an unforgiving mind and a whirlwind of words unwritten, I’ll put my thoughts back on paper. Where they come from. I want to write, I told a coworker. When I’m older. But it’s been months since I’ve been able- to afraid to think and too thoughtless to write, pushing through life like a Halloween corn maze, constantly lost, yet never knowing How or Why or Where or When. But I feel I can- hope I can, know I will. So, though it’s been months since a single word came out, I’m taking my brain and spilling it out- out for the world to see?