angkinabuhi

I stopped writing a long time ago… and I thought I wouldn’t wanna write back.. there was a chapter in my life that ceased my hand to hold a pen and stroke letters.. even to scribble was so hard to do. I never imagined how cruel life was that it stopped my mind from creating stories.. it stopped me from revealing emotions through my writing.. it stopped me from sharing life experiences carved and crafted through time.

there might be moments in our lives where we lose track of ourselves and end up feeling hopeless.. there maybe times when we wanna leave everything behind and just want to stare blankly at an empty space for the rest of our lives… but in a matter of time, things turn back to the way it was.. and its far even better. You just wouldn’t realize it not until you lose yourself and everything that matter most to you. And not until you find inspiration and the passion to relive that yearning, that’s when you start to live again.

holding a pen was unplanned.. it took me a while to start to carve strokes.. it took me some time to scribble and let my mind wander through the clouds... but im glad that time was right enough for me to find this passion for writing again.. im more than happy to clasp my hand onto this pen, pour out my emotions and share my life stories…