For a long interval in my life, creative writing was a passion. I would always linger in and out of creative writing; never too long, I would feel the need to again sit down and write.
Writing was a way for me to communicate with myself, to think things through, to be mesmerized, to feel. Writing was electrifying, writing felt unbearably amazing, and I recommended everyone to do so when they were uncertain with things in their life.
Write a journal, write a short story, write a poem, write short sentences. Start and write something, anything, you will feel on a roll, maybe then you wrote down everything, and you will feel like talking with yourself then.
How long ago was it that I last feel this about writing?
I want to regain that feeling I had with writing, that is why I try again.