I might actually try to start writing again.
Lately I am in need of something that perhaps need an expression.
Not that I can't show it in reality, no.
Writing for me is beautiful.
How someone construct the words
How they can transfer your emotions
How someone feels by reading the words
How the words can form and make you smile
But of course it all depends on the words use by the author itself.
Maybe i should pick up on writing again and just freely express what i think instead of trying to conceal it.
Writing is after all, beautiful. (mine may be not)
So perhaps (hopefully), by picking it up again i can let out a bit of this heavy burden in my chest that sometimes need to be release.
Buuuut, we'll see