It’s been years since I’ve written anything, sketched or listened to music that carries the feeling I used to love. Words painted with emotion used to calm me. I’ve tried to figure out what made me become such a... even-more-boring-person than before.
I used to enjoy my own company, but for the past few years, I guess I’ve just been adjusting to myself—making no effort to truly be happy. I thought happiness just comes....just arrives-out of nowhere. But no!. Most of the time, you have to seek its tail in order to find the whole.
I wasn’t sad, either, to be emotionally accurate. It’s not like I haven’t laughed or cracked jokes. But I was just existing, just swimming slowly in the heavy flow of life.
So I thought I’d try typing out my emotions again. And listening to good music—with that feeling—again.
Back-to-blog-ingly,
An.
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