Blank pages, again.

I have always loved writtting but as the last few months have gone by I have written nothing. It seems to be that the times where it looks like I have a lot to write about I come up empty handed and my page remains blank, again. But yesterday I just had this urge to write what was on my heart. A letter to my parents, something I have never really done but something I laways new I should do. Im not about to send it or speak to them about it but just putting on paper mades it that little bit easer, by heart a little lighter and my thoughts a little clearer.