Hello Darkness, My Old Friend

Ernest Hemingway once wrote, “There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” In suppressing the writer in me all these years out of fear, I now realize I suppressed the very blood that one needs to truly live. I dedicate my renewed commitment to my writing to the deepest soul connection I’ve ever had, the one who always inspired me to write, and the one who inspires these very words. 

For you, Michael, I bleed. Through my words, I bleed.