It's been long- too long- since I wrote. And that's not understandable.
I understand the fact that I'm pursuing a degree in engineering, and now my life is made up of more calculations than the textbook, but still. I feel it's been too long since I wrote.
Since I wrote a poem, a story, or even a thought.
It's been so long I don't remember how to spell some words. I'm now just as useless in English as the other people in my class.
It's been so long, I don't remember how to capture the attention of an audience... or readers in this case.
It's been so, so long I feel like this is boring, and it probably is. I don't have the confidence I once had in my writing.
It's been so long, I can't craft expressions anymore. How I could look at my reflection and words would engulf me; it's dead now.
Now, I'm just stuck with my calculator, finding dt and dy and all the partials that come to play in this.
And I've left my talent to sit at the back seat, no, in the trunk, and I'm wasting my mind on other things.
Maybe the calculations are important. More important than my talent, I don't know, but I don't think so. Yet my talent is dying, my writing is dying, my craft is dying, my skill...
It's just honestly been too long.
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Cookies And Cream
Storie breviA collection of poems I write. And probably short stories. Yeah. ~ ~ ~ This is my first book ever to be shown to the world....
