I was traveling down the path I wanted to be on

Writing diligently

My hand reaching out and finding the words

That my soul longed to speak

Then something stirred inside of me

Perhaps it was spring fever

I cannot sit long enough to compose

One cohesive sentence

Or finish one thought

My legs are on the move

Pushing me outside

I have a strong desire to soak in the sunshine

Breathe in the fresh air

Before I had a craving to write

A deep rooted feeling that I could not shake

Until I put pen to paper and wrote it out of me

That voice is still their

But she is much quieter these days

The louder voice is saying "jump on your bike"

And I do just that


I need to find balance

Between writing and riding

~~ I miss you guys ~~