It's time to lift the pen again
I loved writing my thoughts, stories, poetries and just anything which I felt like writing because I had the free will. Some of which were structured work while many were just random as I just went with the flow of my thoughts. Every moment that I felt like remembering, was engraved somewhere in the white canvas and just kept safely inside a word file. But, after a period of time I just lost my will to write, unable to lift my pen to write something in my diary or take my laptop and start typing snippets of story which I am carrying at that moment. Somehow, it just became too heavy to write a word physically or even type it. I just end up tearing the pages after writing for half a page or just deleting my word file and just dumping it in my recycle bin because what stupid things am I writing and it just doesn't make sense and nobody is going to read it or is there any point in my writing. Then, I will forget about writing or even remember that I was a writer and I used to lo...