Life is moving slowly these days; yet, the pace is fast enough for me to feel left behind, as if everyone is moving forward while I can barely lift my foot to walk ahead. The pieces of me that have been with me for a long time are fading away. I try my best to catch them before they are gone forever, but even I know I can't hold onto something forever that brings me down. The thing is, the pieces I'm holding onto are parts of who I am and have been for a long time.
It feels melancholy to witness the pieces disappear. I know why some of them are disappearing, and others I don't. Right now, my motivation for writing is there. I have things to write; my ideas are there, but every time I try to sit down and write, my head goes blank. My writing is mediocre, boring, and doesn't feel like me at all. I want to bring it back before it goes forever, like other things in my life. Too many pieces of me are disappearing, and I don't want writing to be one of them <3