Give me a reason to write because I have given up. I have given up on that dream to be a writer. At the rate our country is at with freedom of speech in writing, being a writer is just another trip to another confined spot where I will just be stuck again.
I lack inspiration. For a while love was a reason. It filled countless diaries, resulted in hundreds of privately stored poetry and numerous blog entries. But public displays of affection even if in written words were frowned upon under the pretext that you should not expose your emotions to strangers.
Then I realized if I could not write about love, I could not write about pain either... or anger and sorrow... or even joy... and slowly what started off as an outlet for sharing my simple thoughts became a mundane series of pictures better shared on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Path and the many other social networking sites available these days.
I gave up on writing because I felt like nobody reads such mindless rambling.
I gave up writing because it stopped healing me.
Hmmphh ..
Maybe tomorrow I will write again.
Maybe I will write more or maybe I won't.
I don't know yet.
Be my inspiration. Be my reason.
