My will to write faded, it went to sleep.

I think I wrote mostly when I was feeling down, sad or slightly depressed.

One day I found someone to love, to laugh with, to care, someone that cares for me and loves me back… and I stopped writing.

Writing was a kind of therapy for me. I do not see it like that anymore.

Almost forgotten

This space is a small piece of me. It is hidden in plain sight: first I put it in a corner then I turned the lights off. Some days I remember it exists and still nothing happens, words do not come to me…

…Perhaps inspiration has been wiped out from the universe.


Background song: Verano by La Oreja de Van Gogh