I feel the overwhelming need
to grab the closest pen
and write,

just write.

Write about all that is in my mind,
to write about all that is consuming my
every thought,
to write about the people
that are living inside me.

But I don't.

Instead, I think about it all,
I listen to music
And I read.
I stare at the ceiling and I talk to my pets.

There's nothing wrong with this.
I will write about it all. Eventually.

You see, I'm a writer.
And sometimes the beauty is not in the writing,
but in ourselves.