The desire to write.

Sometimes I get this crazy urge to write.  When I say write, I mean write pages and pages of thoughts and emotions.  Those that make sense, and those that don't.  I want to write in the way my mind thinks no matter which way the wind blows.  I want to be heard but even more so, I want to hear myself.  Several times throughout my adulthood I have wanted to write a book.  The only problem with writing a book is that you assume you have sometime important to say.  My book would be my legacy to my daughters; a keepsake, a timeline.  I often wish this desire would go away, but by sitting down in front of a blank canvas, I feed the frenzy.  Sometimes I feel like I just need to acknowledge my own feelings.  If I don't, who else will?