Writing... writing... and maybe a little more writing...

So... having suffered severe trauma to the heart recently I've been spending a lot of time writing.. the time proven cathartic release. In fact, I'd go so far as to say that maybe writing will be the only option for now. I'm tempted to throw away all means of contact and become only contactable by letter. I love the old letter. It allows us to paint images and thoughts giving us the power to be more articulate and romantic with our reflections. As with speed readers and skimming over information, things can get lost when we speak, which is not to say I'm going to stop talking. It just means that when there's a point to be made, I'm going to put the fucker down on paper or nerdmachine so understanding can be consumed over and over again. I'm done writing about pain. The question is, what the fuck do I write about now?