It’s been a while. I should say “ages”. There was a time I thought I could not spend one day without words. And here I am, finding no time for short stories or poems. Ideas are there, somewhere. It looks like they know I don’t have much time for them. So they stay quiet.
I would love them to shout out loud, so I would make it a priority to take time for them. And yet I am glad they let me free, so I can make myself available for whatever comes my way.
When I don’t write as I used to, I am a bit worried that I won’t write anymore. It’s just a “maybe” but it could feel so real at times.
Here I am, trying to explain these things, trying to catch up an idea just for a couple of lines. Outside darkness is calling for bedtime. And I let my eyes wonder on the computer screen, thinking of the time ideas flew out of me like millions of shooting stars…