Up and Down

I'm sitting here, while my roommate watches reality TV, as always,... wanting to sleep but I only have fifteen minutes before my next thing. So here I am. Writing. I miss this, just writing what I feel, writing how it comes out, writing just for fun, for release. The only writing I have time for is articles these days - articles in AP style, articles that are unbiased with no commentary. I'm learning a lot, and getting a lot better and starting to actualy enjoy it, but I still miss this kind of writing. More than that though, I miss having time. I miss being able to release. To do nothing. To be alone. To sit. To rest. To sit with God, in quite, completely alone, with nothing pressing, nothing I have to rush off to. I miss that.