Have you ever felt like writing so much that you feel like penning down every single thought you feel? It's almost like there is nothing much important to say, nothing new that you can add to their tale, yet all you wish every now and then is to simply hold a pen and keep writing like there exists no tomorrow, even if your writings make no sense.
It's moments like these that make me doubt the potential possibilities of discipline as pen simply seems to be its own driver in this case. Although for the longest time, it keeps reminding of my creative non-fiction lectures when our Professor would correctly insist how it is meant for our readers and self musings can often just be saved for dear diaries and not bothered with publication. However, these days, after one of my longest deliberate writing breaks, blog weirdly feels like the safest escape.
Even if my capacities hardly count these days and productivity still lingers close over a zero, writing feels like the biggest liberation. As I am still scared to find my paths to relearning story-telling, long held dream feels like a long lost battle, these moments of writing remains my happiest on this path to healing and self-discovery.
It often makes me wonder if I am simply saying too much or opening up so much, for once scared of my own vulnerabilities; yet doesn't feel like stopping and still feel like posting. If any of them makes any sense to another soul is beyond my current contemplation but just feel like writing that's all I know.
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Already feels like the most lamest and useless piece but who cares. Sorry but I guess you gotta excuse me for a little more.
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