It’s been a long time since I’ve
literally put pen to paper. I
forgot how it felt to actually create
something further away from the keyboard.
I forgot how I loved the thrill of writing until
my hand hurt and feeling every single word
I engraved into my notebooks.
I just forgot the little things I used to love.
The world became a machine that orders
the course of our lives but don’t let it
take the passion that’s within you.
Steal a piece of time and make something
beautiful out of it. Be a thief for a while and live
a few moments on the run. Just hide from the
world until you remember all the little things
you used to love.