1 Sept 2023

​I used to dream of a day that I’ll be a famous writer of some sort. Of how to do things, of how things had gotten better, weaving dreams and detailing the events as it all take time to be fulfilled, get a detour, re-route, or even start all over again. 

An honest and consistent story of how my life had unfolded and been unfolding but there are times, that even here, I can’t write about it with all the excuses I could think of, all sorts of denial. 


I want to write deeply. But I can’t even write about the simple things anymore. 


Little steps. Tonight, I get to spill out my frustrations about myself and I feel alright. 


Good night, self. 

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