I want to write more and I want to keep writing. I want to write and write and write until I once again start feeling like myself again, like I wasn't just a fragment of my own being.
And I just don't want to write about what is happening in my life. I want to write about what I am feeling and thinking, not about things that are happening in my life, but about things that are just out there untouched, that used to be a part of my thought processes. Like listening to songs and writing about how they made me feel.
There are more things out there but what are those things?
How do I find myself again? Do I go travelling? Put myself at that discomfort and see if I can discover myself in the process? Or do I just stay put, hoping something will happen?
I am feeling a little better, every day.
Though I wonder if they could have made the medicine a little less bitter.
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