After 7 years
I had to go away from writing to realize even more that this is ingrained inside quite everywhere. The last time I was here was sometime in 2013, when I remember I would write so much every single day. It felt like bleeding. Liberating. Never had to worry about 'consistency' and 'originality' in my creative expression. But then the rest of the internet came along, with it came a few writer's blocks and before I realized, I was drifting farther and farther from words, be it reading or writing. As time passed, I notice now that I was moving away from self but also at the same time searching for that missing piece. I knew this was it and sometimes doubted if it really was. Perhaps all I needed was time. Sometimes, it only took writing to feel whole and sometimes it needed more than that - the pause, the wait and a floating mind. But I must thank myself for discovering that I still have access to this blog as the words here archiving the old writings for the...