I feel like I’ve never really known how to write. It’s been such a long time since I’ve been here. When did all these stories and poems start?
Inspiration keeps kicking in, and I wanted to write again. How did it feel writing prose and poetry? I don’t know. But I’m about to find out. Again.
Is anyone still writing? Or have you given up just like me? If it’s the latter, let’s go back to writing – together.
Isn’t writing used for spreading love, dreams, awareness? Let it not be used for hatred, slander, or scurrilous remarks.
I would’ve used it for something creative; probably sharing lucid dreams, unpopular opinions, and anything that dwells deep in the heart and mind. Write something that spreads joy, and not to kill joy. When life gives you lemons, turn that sourness into something creative that inspires people. Make sure you don’t harbor bitterness.
Is it not better to treat the reader’s heart with utmost care? And when you guard other’s heart, you guard yours in the process.
I just want to write again. And I shall.
Word of the Day Challenge: scurrilous
Fandango’s One Word Challenge: lucid
Your Daily Word Prompt: utmost