The Dictionary of a Hopeless Romantic Wordsmith (2020)

Chapter Eight

I tried taking my mind off of Ethan by focusing on writing my novella. Even if I am just halfway done with my outline, I decided to start writing the actual novella anyway.

I'll just pants through the latter half of it. That's the plan I had in mind. It's not the best plan, but I guess with the second week now almost coming to an end, I need to actually start writing something.

I opened my laptop and started writing. I write. I write. And I write.

Writing, to me, is cathartic. The all-out burst of words to a page is therapeutic. To release the words from my head out to the world is a cleansing that I seem to enjoy.

I love the process of writing. It feels like you're actually decluttering your brain of excess thoughts. And those excess thoughts become the words written on the page.

And right now, with all these excess thoughts building up inside of me, letting it out is the best thing I could do.

As the sun and moon slowly close in on each other, everyone prepared themselves for the things that are to come.

And then, after hours and hours of endless writing, I hit a dead end.

There are no more words coming out. No more words bleeding from my thoughts to the page.

I am at the mercy of my own writer's block again. For now though, I just let it be.

“This is normal,” as Mr. Lopez said. “Maybe I just need to take a break.”

Yes. A break.

I have been so troubled by what had happened that I forgot that we all need to relax ourselves even just for a moment.

That, maybe just for a little while, I can forget.

I changed into a plain black long-sleeved shirt, and white shorts. And wore my same old white kicks.

I picked up my small sling bag, put my smartphone, with its different accessories—headphones, power bank, cables, then my wallet, my special journal, and a pen. And then, I head out of my apartment.

Where to go?

Right now, anywhere would be good. It doesn't matter where, I just want to clear my head right now.

Where do you go when you want to forget?

It's a bright Saturday afternoon. I have a black hole slowly building up inside of me. And I have no plans right now.

The best place to go is somewhere I've never been before.

This city is huge and the possibilities are endless. I walked to a bus stop and told myself I'll board the next wherever it goes. To it's very last destination.

The bus came. It's headed to the Southernmost part of this city.

It's perfect.

I got on board. Sat at the empty chair next to the window. Put my headphones on. And watched the city as the bus travels to a destination unknown to me.

I am ready to get lost.

I know that this city will give me the answers to the many questions that I have within myself.

Maybe, in the middle of nowhere, I will find answers.

And right now, I'm on my way to a brand new adventure.

It took almost two hours to get to my destination. And when I boarded off the bus, I felt like I was in a new place.

I quickly took shelter on a nearby park. I sat on one of the table under the shade of an old umbrella tree.