Saturday, 1:32AM
Taking a pen from my mickey mouse metal pencil case, i scribbled some poems, 8 sentences long, because i want to know if i can still write poetically, dramatically and expressively. Its a great feeling when i sat and so many ideas came out, words coming out like tap water running, and suddenly, i felt superior. That indeed, this mind, often exposed to arguments and theories by sociologists, had in some ways, made me think even deeper and made me aware of human existence and my own feelings. It is then expressed freely and subtly enough, in a form of poem, dramatic and otherwise, a little cheesy. Writing has taught me the beauty of expression. It grows with thoughts and strong sentiments that can be wasted if one doesn’t appreciate such existence through writing. Don’t ignore or merely think your thoughts, opinions and feelings as something pointless and a waste of time but take all the negativity and positivity of what you feel and think through writing.
Its been a great week so far. Don’t let anything ruin you. If something does, write it down, i say. Write.
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