He keeps talking to me. He keeps offering me beautiful stories, with beautiful verses: both prose and poetry, he gives to me.
I need to get over my barriers. You've said it before, my dear friend, but it takes much more than words written down on a letter or than words spoken at someone's ears, for that person (a.k.a. me) to realise it.
He keeps talking. And the things that I see, the things that I read... The things they share with me, the things he shares with me... I need to write. Write, write, write!!!
Stop giving out any excuses and just write!