Saturday, September 28, 2013

i don't know what's wrong with me. i keep writing like the world is going to end tomorrow.
i write in my book, i write in almost every piece of paper i found, and i am typing here.
i keep on wanting to write, to make what my mind thinks permanent. something is wrong or maybe it is just right and i just being excessively, thinking too much than needed. it was long ago since this feeling is around me. the feeling, the feeling that makes me floating around, leisurely living my life without much to think about, writing whatever things that cross my mind, remembering everyone i love, remembering how to laugh, laughing over silly things that don't appear to be much funny, and listening to every song that reminds me of some good, old things. it feels like i'm falling in love with my self. too much isn't it? :)

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