I haven't written in a long while. I blame it mostly on school, but really should blame myself for taking on too much. It feels good to come back on DA and read some beautiful words and look at some art... I've started to realize that when you stop doing something you love, something that gives you inspiration, even if it seems insignificant, it can do something to you. I hadn't written a poem for months until today, and can now hardly get over this melancholy feeling that I've been missing something. I love words, and I love reading them. Putting them together, watching them create something, receiving a feeling from phrases alone... Lately I've been putting so many priorities first in my life that only take away from my life. It seems like there are so many ways to live, so many roads you can go on to find balance... and sometimes, you find balance, but then lose it. So right now, I'm looking for balance by looking at my past, and I'm thinking that the reason my past was successful was because I wrote. Maybe someday I'll figure out how words, just words, can create something as big as balance and happiness.