I hate the fact that I forgot what it was like to write, it’s been so long since I’ve gotten any inspiration to write ANYTHING and it feels amazing to do it again.
Being able to get lost in a sea of words that allows you to shape and mold things into what you want is definitely a feeling that I’ve missed. This is why I love just writing, being able to write with no boundaries, just what comes to mind, it’s so damn relaxing.
I’ve realized that when I think of a place or an item to write about, I can see every single detail that would stand out, feel the grooves in the wood as I brush my fingers along the walls, feel the plush carpet beneath my feet as I breathe in the beautiful fresh air that smells like pine and a campfire. It’s like I can feel the cool ceramic as I wrap my fingers around the white mug filled with hot cocoa, the smell of the sweet chocolate filling my nose as the heat warms my cold hands. It’s like I can see the way the snow glistens on the treetops outside my window, feel the pain from sitting on a hard harsh wooden chair for long hours. I can feel the way an old page in a book feels as I get ready to turn it over, the mere smell making me smile. It’s comforting and familiar but at the same time, strange and uncomfortable. I always find it hard to describe when I write because I can see everything in such vivid detail, I actually forget to write it most of the time.
Anyways, I hope everyone has a good day/night!