Words. I needed you.

(Blank stare)

Writing is my greatest passion. I knew it fifteen years ago.

(Blank stare)

I was a holding a pen and piece of paper. The words were bursting. I was like flying in a different world. Indeed, my sense of reality was drifting away. Characters, emotions, stories were made.

(Sigh)

It used to be like that. But now it's different. Now that I have a job, my focus and priorities have changed. I must admit. I cannot write the way it used to be. It's hard for me to flee and wander dreamily to places nobody would ever see. Where the sky is reachable and I could bring back the child in me.

I closed my eyes, trying to let it flow. But words are kind of distant. How could I beg them to burst out again from the world only I know? For my hands are too eager to write them. I want to be aloof once more from the absoluteness and dwell for a while in fool's paradise.

(Sigh)

Maybe listening to a good song will help.

All you're life you've waited, for love to come and stay
And now that I have found you, you must not slip away
I know it's hard believin' the words you've heard before
But darlin' you must trust them just once more
'cause baby
Goodbye doesn't mean forever
Let me tell you goodbye, doesn't mean we'll never be together again
If you wake up and I'm not there, I won't be long away
'cause the things you do my goodbye girl
Will bring me back to you.

(Sigh)

Strange. I felt an emotion that I definitely need so words would fly open. Some sort of inspiration? Perhaps.

(Closed eyes)


I know you've been taken, afraid to hurt again
You fight the love you feel for me instead of givin’ in
But I can wait forever and helping you to see
that I was meant for you and you for me

So remember goodbye doesn’t mean forever
Let me tell you goodbye
Doesn’t mean we’ll never be together again
Though we maybe so far apart you still would have my heart
So forget your past my goodbye girl cause’ now your home at last…

(Mesmerized)

At long last. The song gave me the emotion. The emotion let the words to come out anew. Then a story will be brought into existence soon.

Something about goodbyes, perchance.