Shakespeare vs Neruda

Not a thesis. Not even one of those college papers that would make you cry to death until all that's left is the ashen-faced you.
I was watching Shakespeare In Love yesterday, love. And again, all my dreams of becoming a writer, a poet and a playwright just came flooding in like the great flood that swept off an entire barangay in your province or the floodlights that would signal the start of a play.
I so miss writing about every single thing that I feel.
I am dead afraid that I might end up losing my gift because I haven't been exercising my literary muscles for a long time.
So now, I must stretch my legs out and start running a mile's length of literary work a day.

And I have you to inspire me.

And mini maes.

And moysties.