Let's draw the road to our dreams on a white canvas.

Listening to: Se7en // Start Line

Back to the beginning. I need to retrace my steps. Take myself back to the day where writing used to mean everything to me.

It still does.

It's the first time I've felt so inspired in years. I feel driven to pen down the creative thoughts that used to flow so wondrously within my head. The Muse that used to reside within those corners and crevices ... it would be wonderful to say that She has returned permanently. Yet, uncertainty laces all throughout the faint threads that link themselves together to form those words that I have long coveted. This will be the first time I am writing of my own accord in years. Scribbling down the stories and fantasies that occupied my time, that drew me into worlds that would only exist in my dreams. That would have existed in another reality.

How I miss them so. How I miss the days where my thoughts flowed so freely on to paper. The days where I didn't have to wrack my brains in order to be able to do what I loved so.

I want to change all that.

Watch this piece of empty space.