The one with yet another beganning...

Up and down - in a constant state of indecisiveness.
To write or not to. It didn’t do any good in the end. But years of jotting down random nonsense has made it all an essential that's not really easy to let go off.
Months without the random musings and I still feel the void at times. Months without the inclination to have a writing space, I find myself with random accounts everywhere - forgotten accounts, passwords misplaced - the lazy urge to start writing again - the random snapshot screaming to be put on.
And why, I wonder, am I freaked now.
It wasnt the di, it was just me all the time - and yet.
But there was no question to it really, I need to start again.