I’m just imagining. What is with these emotions that keeps chasing our lives? Aren’t they tired of running after us? There are thoughts in my head, and I must say, they are plenty. Plenty enough, that I wish I could voice all out. Shout to the world all my feelings. It’s a relief you know, composing yourself, and writing what’s on your mind. It’s just like a reassurance. I can say now, that I’m starting to love writing. I feel it’s like giving me freedom. I sometimes felt like I was a prisoner, but now I’m really glad. I feel like a writer sometimes. Laughs. Oh how I wish I’d be so good at writing. One day, we’ll never know. I might be a writer. Smiles. But no, I just love it. I’m not wishing to be one. Just voicing out everything in my head is enough for me.
P.S. Sometimes I wonder, I wish I could just be a tree. They are tough you know. They stand still, letting the air pass through them, absorbing what will come after them. Sigh. I wish I could be like them.