Pop It Out

If you were in my head, you would know... My interest in things has a deeper purpose than the thing in itself. 

I just see the beauty in everything. 

I used to write a lot. Write about the world that surrounds me, about the people I encounter about frustrations I had, things I wanted to change, things I wish could change, dreams I wanted to fulfill, well about everything...

Now I've stopped, and it's been a while. I kind of miss it. I've put a small little notebook next to my bed to remind myself that I have to start again. This notebook is the first thing I see in the morning and the last thing I see when I go to sleep. 

I have a lot to say, and I don't know where to start from. I think if I just held that pen I could feel that spirit again. The spirit of writing.

I just needed to pop that thought out, I needed to write it. I'm going to start writing again...