Month: August 2015

I miss writing as much as I miss breathing

The words won’t escape me anymore.
It’s like all is forgotten..its like trying to remember how to play a song on the piano again. Everything that comes off the tips of my fingers are off key.

I retreated for so long..Life has been a catch 22 as of late..I’ve been so busy throwing myself into my work & cultivating my relationships..I’ve been digging so hard to find something that would be right for me that I forgot how it felt do actually do things that I liked–the things that made me who I am.

I guess you can say, I’m trying to rediscover myself again. My current definition fits me like an awkward¬†sweater.