Hello.
This feels really good, blood suddenly dancing underneath my skin, my heart drumming against my hard chest, and my mind racing into thousands of directions with thought-capsules. My 16-year-old lanky self has possessed me and re-kindled my love and desire to write again. Back then, I set keyboards on fire filling computer screens with trees of thoughts and seas of segues.
I wonder why I stopped.
A lot of things have inspired me to start over again. For one, I had a back-and-forth battle with Insomnia and I meant to channel those bug-eyed times into good (?) use. Secondly, my office mate started hers so I figured I should follow suit and marvel at how much my mind really reveals my soul’s form. And lastly I thought I should show off my
So to really take this one to the next level, I’ve browsed around a few blogs here and there… which slowly turned out to be a hundred. (For inspirational purposes only… promise.) Most of them were from my friends relentlessly talking about their night outs yesterday, today, and tomorrow. Some of them were from middle-to-late aged dudes vigorously striving to become the wittiest person they know by talking in a super vague and highfalutin fashion like what I’m doing right now and what I may do in the future. (And add typing long and mouthful, compound-complex sentences too!) Some of them are just happy to be on the Internet. Eventually I was able to summon inner peace by reading this one, apparently written by a lover boy 6 years ago.
Yes that was mine.
Sometimes the answer is just within us. Sometimes the more simple you make things are, the less chances of you getting royally screwed. (I was really tempted to write the word fucked, but I’m more mature now)
So cheers to my second attempt.
