Writing from an unrestrained place is sometimes a very difficult thing to do. I have expectations for myself and I’m not above dogma. And so most of the time I’ll write a couple of lines only to immediately cross them out in frustration. I can tell when it’s not pure. When I’m just throwing around words for word’s sake. What a waste of paper and ink that is. What a waste of a brilliant mind, a brilliant heart, a brilliant soul. We’ve all got it in us. Just need to fight it out.