I haven’t written it’s been so long. I need
solitude, calmness, and nature to start writing. I need to lose my composure. I need to not be casual. I need some tears. I need a blow. I need to think, to over-analyze. I need a reminder. I need the shadows. The pain. I need to get outside of myself, and observe from the exterior.
It’s the right time for one. I’m old enough to
understand and attempt to narrate. And young enough to not forget the trivial,
though intricate, details. Some things should happen now… or they will never
happen.
