I have not written in some time, typically because I have not taken the time to gather my thoughts. My life right now... I would say is transitioning, yet I feel as if it isn't at all new to me. I am now a senior in college, and I now feel that sense of accomplishment when a long overhauled task is near completion. Thinking back 3 years ago, it seems that time has really flown. Another reason for me not writing is probably because no "one" has struck that inspirational nerve. Writing from pure inspiration is the best way to write but what about when things seem to have change, yet time was not put in to document  it? I write about love so much, I forgot to take into account other important aspects of my life. Family...friends...life in general. So consumed in love and the "idea" of it. Living like that is living in a dream when reality what keeps you sane. I will never forget a "twitter conversation" I had and that thought hit me like a ton of bricks. I was living my life in a lie that I myself had composed. I guess being your own worst enemy is true for me. I was holding myself back from my revelation of the truth.