Writing has always been my escape... I just love the connection of my thoughts to my pen and my paper/my computer screen and keyboard/my iPhone's notepad. It has always been a passion. There used to be a time when I'll just sit on m'bed for hours and write... And I've always liked the byproduct; but I've lost that passion, that connection that I used to have.
Sometimes, I will find myself zoning out with ideas that needed to be written and when I tried to pen it, it's gone. There's nothing to blame really... One day, I just decided to stop. See, the main purpose of writing for me is to jolt down every happy memories that I will love to remember at some point; and then recently, I felt like my life's getting down and I just can't bear to write the sadness inside me... It started when my Lolo died... It was painful, and I just can't seem to write it all out.. Even now as I think about it, it messes me up.
But I have to let it all out... Like how do you actually write something that you don't want to remember but cannot seem to forget? And that same thing that you know you have to remember but hurts you deep inside. It's maddening, it's insane.
I don't even know if it make sense... But sometimes, that's the point. It doesn't have to make sense.
I'm finding my way back. It's about to get better than ever! .x
Sometimes, I will find myself zoning out with ideas that needed to be written and when I tried to pen it, it's gone. There's nothing to blame really... One day, I just decided to stop. See, the main purpose of writing for me is to jolt down every happy memories that I will love to remember at some point; and then recently, I felt like my life's getting down and I just can't bear to write the sadness inside me... It started when my Lolo died... It was painful, and I just can't seem to write it all out.. Even now as I think about it, it messes me up.
But I have to let it all out... Like how do you actually write something that you don't want to remember but cannot seem to forget? And that same thing that you know you have to remember but hurts you deep inside. It's maddening, it's insane.
I don't even know if it make sense... But sometimes, that's the point. It doesn't have to make sense.
I'm finding my way back. It's about to get better than ever! .x
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