Three years ago, I always said to myself that I can't live without writing. I can't even imagine myself not writing anymore because for me, writing is my freedom. Writing becomes my voice when I can't speak the right word to express my emotions. My pen bleeds on paper when I can't cry.
But sometimes pen loses its ink...
I need to refill my ink. And it's really hard for me to let go writing. It's my passion. It's my dream. I live for writing.
I know no one cares if I'll be on a hiatus. No one cares too whether I post an update or not. Though I just want to have a respect on my account that have been with me for five years.
I don't know when I'll be back but for now, I just need time to rest.
see you on the next sunrise,
Ara