A Gap of Silence

I note that there is now a huge gap of silence of about two years. This is really sad to me because it means I've neglected my writing for that long. How could I? Even with so much work I would think my desire for it would be strong enouh. Bu I suppose that place drained me of inspiration. Hey fuck typos I'll fix them later. This teeny keyboard sucks. My heart is a void without my writing. How could I let the voices convince me that my writing was too unpolished, virtually worthless, and too selfcentered to ever inspire? Why have I let myself give a shit about it? I love my life through my eyes and my eyes only. No one else would ever do I quite like I could. My breath, my eyes, my memory (this is a plagarized reference, it fit too well). I miss you soul. I miss you voice. Speak again hands, sing again my mind. Killed. I miss no one mattering but my heart. You've stolen these things from me, eyes. I fought through you once, cruel judgement. So can I fight pastbyour typical standards for my voice as I fought through your fucking typical expectations of my marriage? I will not fall like your expectation. I will not fail just because you would never have my soul and heart to succeed. That is why, I can be the only one to speak for me.