Hypergraphia

By Rim

 Lately i dont write

Not because i dont want to, its just because my mind is overfilled with emptiness. I used to write to express myself, to cure my soul. But lately i dont write.

Writing is the matter giving your self a chance to get out of that box that you have been in for a period of time. Writing is not putting such a specific words to pruduce something cohérent, but it the matter of transforming such a complicated, a unexplained feeling to words. So lately, i cant write, it because i no longer can verbalize my feelings. I cant feel the love, i no longer think of any human being en during my break. I just sit there and stars at my ceiling, for hours that feels like minutes, i just sometimes get teary eyed cause i used to be over dozed by love.

And i will tell you my definition of love lately. Lately love is a fantastic world, you only feel it when you kiss yourself through the mirror, love is no longer an attraction between two souls, love is there but he cant win the hate roaming in the atmosphere. And i can smell the lonely part, we humans are such a complicated creature, we wants to be happy still we get sad, we love to hate, and necer though that those two words can be putted on the same line. Moon sun and stars we only seeing them from a far distance, but still they fascinate us. And sometime i wonder, if they can see us shining as we see them do. 

Lately 

I have been feeling empty 

But it's pushing me to try,

I don't know why. Maybe my eyes miss having reasons to cry~

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