Random Thoughts

Begining Of All Things

I wanna write. I always wanted to create my own story, with my own world and my own characters. But i never made it. I have tried of course, but what i was creating was not enough good. Not enough worked on. But somehow, the words seem easier to put down in english.

The world is currently getting crazy outside. A virus is killing millions of people. It kinda happened out of nowhere you know. I think it's just the nature who is taking her revenge over the humans. The world was dying because of the pollution and over population. No one wanted to change. Everyone loved his comfort zone way too much and did not want to get out of it. Humans are selfish. And the nature was done. Done to deal with this idiots so she decided to act for its survival.

It's been days, what am I saying? Weeks, since I am stuck at home. Music won't keep me sane any longer. I guess I have found a new space to escape in writing. Until we are able to go out again. And if it's the only way to keeping me mentally sane, than I gadly take it. 

It's been two weeks. The situation sounds like a dystopian novel. Do you know The Maze Runner? If you read the prequel, you know what I mean.

Take a second to imagine this : what if it is not the nature who is taking its revenge, but just the scientists who fucked up everything in their stupid experiments? Or what if the government itself created the virus to hide something even more important.