I haven’t been able to write well recently. I haven’t had the inspiration to speak the words smoothly. I haven’t been feeling the moment of writing. Ask me how the weekends were, and I’d reply with a word: fantastic. Just how fantastic is it? It seems pretty hard to re-live the moments captured right in my head into words, because there simply isn’t a way unless I begin rambling and scrambling for words to replace the way I felt.
The power of words; they can mean everything, at the same time, give you nothing.
We live for ourselves 