Waking up in the middle of the night isn't the best thing. They say everything hits you for a reason so it might about time for me to write about it.
I've been thinking lately about how writing sometimes feels different. I can suddenly find myself doing it just to make other people smile while they read my work. Nothing bad in that, it is an immense reward but I don't want to write just so I can publish some piece. Guess it fails the purpose I started writing again.
On the first day of a new year, while looking for a fresh start, my existence changed with just an eye contact. God was fast answering my deepest wishes. I can't really complain, I should be grateful for always getting what I want on the right time.
From the simplest things to the craziest. A question of controlled vibes maybe.
Since that day, my life has been turned upside down and I never thought I'd be writing again. I had given up on this "hobby". It doesn't pay; that's what they say. But hell to that, I spent four years trying all
possible domains on earth and here I am, back to start. You really took me back to where I should be.
Words are fighting their way out and I can't seem to get to any straight idea. But I need to write so I can feed my soul. Maybe everything I feel would come out in a better way, less aggressive, less hurtful, less destructive.
Sometimes no one understands but you. Silence never appeased me. And it rarely will. My weakness undoubtedly. But some people are lucky to be loved even with such weaknesses. Thank you.
How I've missed suddenlytwo :)