bits & pieces

I used to carry a notebook with me back in time. It literally had every single thought that was in my mind - some made sense, some never did, some stuck with me, and some- i stare and look at myself with disappointment.

its been a very very long time since i wrote something in that notebook, or even wrote something at all, perhaps. I have been busy. building towers of life. Some stood strong, some fell down like cards.

I read somewhere lately that our life is all just like a card tower- some stay put, some fall down, but we make sure to get up and start building again.

But in this run, i have forgotten how much i loved to write, how much words used to comfort me, and the relief it came with.

I have been writing since the day i remember- i took breaks- intentional ones, not so-intentional ones, some too long- just like this, but it always brought me comfort, always felt like letting out.

So, now whenever someone asks me “what do you like to do” I want to start saying “i write” again.

little steps, i guess.