It’s been quite a while since I last visited you. Call me unprofessional and moody for the fact that I only come to you whenever I feel like it, or just perhaps, deadly-obligated into actually doing you. I don’t care.
I’d still come. I’ll be there to say hello, how have you been? I can’t wait to write you all about what’s been going on in my life lately! There’s just SO much to tell!
Moving on to it, then.
Honestly? Time lately just flew by so quick that the need for me to even keep up is inevitable.
Imagine being almost late running to catch your flight when it’s minutes away when you’re not even half-way to your gate. Hold on, let me try and paint that picture for you: feet sprinting, breath catching, airline stewardess calling out your name, a heavy luggage that slows you down, and you constantly feeling paranoid of missing it.
New Year felt almost like yesterday, and now we’re days away to reaching the start of a new month. As per usual, nothing really scares me more than the reality of me not making a whole out of it.
But enough about me. Let’s talk about you.
Writing, thank you.
For not complaining much about me not using you as often as I’d used to.
For always providing me endless pages to sketch through the portals of my deep, turbulent thoughts into novice words like this.
For letting me drown in you, enjoying every millisecond of your company.
For accepting the person I was then: immature and reckless,
and the person I am now: slightly less immature and reckless.
Though not many I know of may enjoy you, I could never care less.
You are a joy, writing.
Be it ten words, a hundred, perhaps a thousand, or even an entire book with you splattered all over its lovely-scented pages,
I’d still choose you,
for you, a million times over a million things in this world.
Though my words may make nothing but little sense to you,
I’d still do it.
So hello again, writing.
This is me telling you I miss you, and I wish I could spend a little more time for you.
Alas, I have a few duty calls to make for now.
Exams to pass, documents for a short-dued university’s registration to submit, property arrangements for a school’s musicale performance, and too many more to name a few.
Come to think of it, I’ve never really written anything so raw, so personal, and yet brutally honest to you before, have I?
I sure hope you’ll start getting used to this new format, and bear with it, I guess.
Because there will be a lot more where this came from.
Another extremely crafted little piece only because I felt like it. This may be my bravest published work yet, and if you somehow find yourself reading, do let me know what you think of this one, for I’d like to hear your views.
To writing, and the privilege of self-expression through passion,