Just as I thought I would never go back in writing and just learn how to express myself with the photos I take, here I am again.
I was never a born writer. I'm no good in expressing myself in words. Yes, I could write a few lines but that's just it. No more into it. No fancy words. No colors in creative writing. I've got no talent in giving details. Words are not my best friend. That's It.
Then, why I'm here again. There might be some unknown reasons. There must be a reason. It must be something or someone. And how I wish I could figure it out before time ticks away.
Someone told me that I was baring my soul too much with my writing but the hell I care. My heart is telling me to write. Just write. Just damn write and everything will change.
