The thoughts swirled in my head as I revisited those words. Those passages. Emotions that moved me every time I read them. Wishing that I was there.

To feel again. To write freely again.

As soon as the words formed with the strokes of the keyboard, my finger pressed the delete key.

Delete. Delete. Delete.

And nothing was formed on the emotions that I am feeling right now.

It used to be easier when I knew no one was watching. Or at least I thought so.

Then again those watchful eyes are probably what kept me going.

Or should keep me going.