When I look back on old poems and stories I used to write, I’m always amazed at how easily the words flowed out. No matter how clichéd or melodramatic my words were, it always felt like they came naturally. I was only 16. Today I am an adult who has experienced many of the things I wrote about as a teenager with a wild imagination and yet writing a poem, even on this insignificant blog, seems like a daunting task. I feel as though the years of AP english and college essays have made me cold to the idea of dreaming and creative writing.
I miss it so much.
I thought about starting another writing blog and making it more mature, more thoughtful this time around. But looking back all the journals I never finished, all the blogs I neglected, all I need to do is write, and write on. Old posts here serve as a reminder of how much I loved this art and how much I’ve grown since. New posts here will document my journey.
There’s no better place than here, no better time than now – here’s to new new beginnings.