I miss writing. I miss the taste of the words forming up my tongues, the energy flowing to my fingers as I type and sees it on screen. I miss words to fill up the void. I miss writing for pleasure. It has been a long time that I wrote for pleasure. Words has become my comfort when I lost my lola and granddad. Words are my solace.


I stopped writing on my notebook. I'm afraid I am losing the energy to capture what I feel. I wanted to write more about my travels, my observations yet it seems work has become an interference instead of being the source of inspiration. I am pushing myself to write more. I will be flirting with words again.