Passion..

i used to love creative writing so much..

i just love to write everything that comes to

my mind..i even write on something that was

not exist in my real life but just come

across my mind when i watch my surrounding..i

wrote down my feelings..i became expressive on paper..and sometimes i even

wrote down the opposite of what i was going

through just to find strength and at

the same time allow myself to be in denial

and provide me a little more time to be happy..i remember to have my own novel where i wrote

down a life that i would have if i was living

somewhere else..it was fun..my mind can take me

anywhere i want..i find ease in writing..i find freedom..

a freedom of mind...

i guess i did not realized when it stopped..i dont even know what to write now..im not as creative as i used to be.. maybe because i was forced to write in academic world, i lost interest in writing for pleasure..or maybe i just simply tired to justify myself when i write something provocative or questionable..i just want to write..sometimes there are words that come through my mind when i watch something or relate it to what i see but not what i go through..i feel the sudden urge to write but i did not because afraid of what people would think and just how to justify myself..i want to be able to write anything again but i did not know how to start and how to face the outcomes..