Joyous Freedom

While it is nice to be home, I find that I have a need to write. I need to write, but I have no words. It's terrible. I am surrounded by family, friends, familiarity and the words do not come. My fingers sit idle looking at my keyboard driving me to madness. I have so much time on my hands that I can't even begin to focus. I can't force the words out, even now I struggle to place my feelings down. How is it that the things you want can be so difficult? The stories sit at the forefront of my mind and yet they refuse to be writ. How terrible it is.