I remember the days of old when I used to love writing. I remember the joy of being able to create a world out of words. I remember the thrill of provoking thought as well as inciting amusement in my readers.
All that had faded away slowly, and a grayness dwells in the part of my mind where words used to dance around in. All that's left now are the memories and remnants of a writer.
1 comments:
Although i don't know why it all faded away, but i can still see your passion as a writer so don't give up, okay? I may not be a book lover but your writing was and still is amusing ^^
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