Not all those who wander are lost

I want to write, like I did before. About all the things that mattered to be, despite their obvious insignificance or the way they would never let me look at the world in the same light again. I want to write about Ben and tell you exactly what he means to be. I want to write about this world and the monstrosities that it hides beneath it's shadows. I want to write about the last 6 months and how I am too scared to accept the person I have become. I want to write about letting go, moving on and being brave. I want to tell you all these things, but I cannot find the words just yet and I will never be able to explain just how much that scares me.