Just start writing. Once you do you’ll figure out what you want to write about. So many times a thought comes to my head and I tell myself I should start writing about it and make a beautiful piece of writing. I tell myself to get back into writing poetry, like I did when I took a Creative Writing class. I got infront of the mic and spoke my words, heard lots of positive feedback, like how I was born with a mic. How do you get comments like that and don’t continue writing? How do you just stop and hide in the shadow when you were admired for your powerful voice?

I wish I knew exactly I stopped my intense writings and spoken words. It was the most relieving form of expression for a period of time. I was searching for something with so much passion. Trying to discover who I was and speak my individuality, my creative mind, my love for ambition and inspiration.

I hate to write this and admit to it but I think I stopped because I fell in love. I couldn’t write about it because I found it so difficult to express. My desire to express my feelings drifted away and my passion to speak found its way in my partner. I slowly realized that writing things that were important to me weren’t important to write about. It sounds terrible, but maybe I don’t want to show off the intensity of my love anymore. Maybe I still haven’t taken it all in and reached the point to reflect on my experience with being in love with someone else and having it in return. Maybe I’m not ready to be open about the ups and downs, simple beauties, companionship, brutalities, childish gestures and mind-readings. There are too many magical subjects to write about that I don’t feel any of it necessary to share. Maybe not yet. Maybe another time.