I Just Want to Write

I feel like writing...
Not writing for the sake of communicating really, and if it were for that purpose I would have to communicate that I only want to write to feel the keys under my fingertips or to hear the sound of clicking as I tap away at them.
I am in the mood to write...
I watched a film with Gregory Peck in it tonight called The Snows of Kilimanjaro, it is indeed oxygen to my imagination. In the story Gregory is a writer and he is traveling the world. There were many other story lines in the movie, but this one had my mind meddling to the end. I could barely focus on the picture, for I was too busy imagining my own life looking as his. I want to write books, they would be about the places I have gone and the people I have met.
I want to write, and yet I have all the things I want to write stored away in my head. I haven't quite mastered the technique or discipline rather, of actually writing it all down. When I do, however, get overwhelmed with my lack of expression and decide to spit it all out, it is so therapeutic that I wonder I don't do it daily or maybe always. I sometimes wonder why the Lord didn't make me a mute left only with my written word to communicate the musings of my heart. Yet I am left with a tongue that works and very much so to my dismay.
I am deciding now as I type, and as I listen to the hum of my fathers computer and the clicking of the keys, that I will become more disciplined. I do hope that this discipline won't take away from the passion, but enable it. If I find myself going there I will do away with the disciplines and settle with the fact that writing is not what I am meant to do as a title, but more as a subtitle. I shall then go on with the therapeutic every once and awhiles that always seem keep me coming back.
Until then....