
No, it’s not my birthday. I know I usually pick up blogging for a day around my birthdays.No, it's just a wave of nostalgia that's flooded my mind with words. Words strong enough, for once, to force myself to sit and write them down. I've been stuck lately. It's a weird, unpleasant feeling. I've heard of people talking about what it's like being in one, but I've never understood. I've never been stuck. At least, not this long, not this - weird. But maybe finally sitting down...