Frankly, I miss writing. I really miss cooking up some products using my not-so-creative imagination. I miss working with my dull neurons. Unfortunately, it seems that my brain couldn’t function properly anymore. I used to write dozens of stories within a short period of time. Some of them are stored in my drafts by the way. Unlike before, I can easily come up with loads of not-so-exceptional stories in my head. At least, I know how to write at that time. But right now? I can’t even think of where and how to begin. I guess, I’ve lost the eagerness to start writing again. I couldn’t find anything to consider as an inspiration. I want to see the art in scribbling my own thoughts again. I want my passion back. The burning zeal. Or in any case, just the fun and pleasure I behold in writing.
