I’m
sorry.
It’ll
probably take a while or maybe even longer. I just suddenly lost it. The
feeling of typing just doesn’t reach me like how it used to anymore. When I
used to type I could see the pictures forming in my head. The colours and
enjoyment, but now there’s nothing. I can’t find it anymore. Whenever I stare
at the word document hoping that I could type something; even a short sentence,
I can’t. I wish I could go back to who I was, the times where I could type anything
I want and it will still turn out fine. Like it’s actually a real story, not
one that sounds and feels like it had been made up, not forced. But every
single story I type now seemed so forced and fake. It’s like I don’t even know
what I am typing for anymore. I’m sorry. Till I feel better, parallel universe
will stop here for a bit.
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For
other short stories, visit boundlessdreamers.blogspot.com
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Goodnight
midnight bunnies:3
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