I haven’t been writing, but my mind is ablaze.  My life feels so heavy and my voice feels choked and uncertain.  I may, at times, wish that I could disappear, but I wake each morning and find that I am too much flesh and creaking bones and a head filled with words that long to be freed.  I will get there.  I need to believe I will.  Even the few sentences that get released are a beginning.  I am beginning again.