How quiet I ve become this year in comparison how sparingly I ve strained to use my voice how few words I ve shared that weren t veiled in code or poetry -each platform merely a careful receptacle displaying pretty things maybe next year I ll be able to inspire again maybe next year I ll regain the strength to speak to create unburdened by the weight of it all - this familiar pressure constricting my lungs resigning me solely to a slow weak exhale maybe Read more