I was trying to clean out my drafts and my god how I miss writing. I miss the feeling of aching myself to go home and try to jot down all my feelings after a full day. I miss the thought of words randomly patching in my mind even in strange situations. I yearn for the days I have all the time I could just to type my feelings out, blurb it and edit it out.
Time consumed me so much. I tried to fight it, tried to get a hold of it but I can't and I know I won't be able to do that because it should be the one to rule and not me so I chose to ride along with it. And I flowed with it too much I quite forgot some things that is important for me too.
Nothing's too late if you want it. Let me rephrase this soon. The fire is starting once again, I don't want to get it burn, I must cook it while it's here.