My Lost Art

I dont realy write anymore, at least not in the way that I used to. I feel I have been conditioned only to write in rhyme or in trends that scream "look at me." I used to love the art of placing words along side of one another just to hear the way that they could compliment eachother and make their existance a thing of beauty. It was a free art, something I could do without thinking. I would put the pen to the paper or my fingers to the keys and just let my subconcious flow. I remember reading something that I wrote a few days later and finding myself wondering when i had wrote it and asking if it was really me? I miss that being inside of me that lived with me in harmony, the one that wondered and dreamed behind these eyes of mine. The one that wrote the passages on this page. Maybe I need to find that man again, take a pilgrimage, do whatever it takes to be amazing once more...