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May 26, 2006
it seems the more i'm living life, the less i'm able to write. i fear losing that passion for words. perhaps it has something to do with the fact writing is an attempt to put moments into words, and some moments lately have been so beautiful that i'd be afraid to destroy their beauty by putting them into words. i feel incompetent and always in a type of rush. if i let myself slow down, i begin to think too much, mostly about that boy and that forbidden love.

but to be in a rush is difficult on the soul.