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.
Everything became artificial and everything
became an empty appearance with no
deeper meaning or sense.
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.
Don’t ever forget them or let them just pass you by.