INTANGIBLE

Just when the waters running dry and the streams running low a spark of creativity run through me, and hoorah! my fountain of thoughts has emerged - yet again.

It has been years since I last had this outburst, and boy do I miss it. Writing has always been one of my passions and setting it aside was something I never planned to do. But things happened, one emotional roller coaster led to another, to another and another.. Leaving me drained and truly uninspired. Years passed and soon I realize that writing has evaded me, somehow... Gone are the days when a piece of tissue paper from joliibee would be my work of literary explosion. Gone are the days when anything could inspire me, be it the frog that I had just disected to the rainbow i saw on the way home. Evidently, the talent that I thought I had, escaped me. As my bestfriend monica and I call it, my writing skills are rusted.

And boy do I want to get them polished

Writing was once second nature to me, Ive lost it once and Im getting it back. Sure, I may not be as good as I was before. My brain probably isnt that naive anymore to be fascinated with the smallest tiniest stuff, I know for sure I've grown. Grown to be someone I know I can be proud of. Grown to be someone whose true to herself. Someone who accepts emotions, may it be pain or pure bliss.

Life is short. Im sure you've heard of that. And though it can end it a blink of an eye, Its comforting to know that as you dwell in the land of spirits may it be heaven or hell, you've left something intangible.

And as for me, leaving my thoughts, the way I view life and see things will be one of my accomplishments. Knowing that years, decades from now someone, somewhere will be reading this. Is indeed PRICELESS.

So let me write, let me pour my heart out. Hate me If I go emo, cheesy or downright senseless.

You read my blog and gave your time, that's good enough for me.
At the end of the day I gave you, in my own words and choice of expression : INTANGIBILITY.