For these thoughts and words to continually live on, it must be shared.

So coming from a selfish part of the many facets that make up of me,

I present to you what I have reckoned today.

There are times words elude me.

It’s as if I am flimsily grasping for something that does not properly equate to what I am feeling at the moment.

I remember when words did come easy.

It was a steady river flowing in my bloodstream, or a rush of thought threatening to devour, longing to be let out. It was a fever of emotion on paper. It was magic.

Did growing older snuffed it out of me, I sometimes wonder.

But in those desperate times I long for the girl I was once, I reach down inside and pluck the hope and courage to take one step towards the woman of tomorrow, whom both my past and present are looking forward to becoming one day.

Needless to say, I found the answer to my question.

She never left.

A/N: If I were to become a weaver of words, I would like to be known as myself. - JKI