It’s been over a month since I’ve written something. It’s been over a month since I’ve been productive. More alive, more socializing, more me. I can’t deny the fact that I’m still feel the same somehow but things has changed. Everything changes, including ourselves. It doesn’t matter how we look at it because it’s still considered change, good or bad.
Change comes with time which itself comes with time too. It’s more like an infinite loop. Or maybe more like two parallel lines. I know for fact that once something or someone changes, it or they can never go back to the old status again. I lie if I say I don’t change, we all lie if we say we don’t change because otherwise, nothing we know now would be here. We wouldn’t have dreams or hopes. And we would be left out in the void with absolutely nothing but the animalistic urges and needs.
I write, because I love writing. Because it’s what I know, deep inside, I know for sure that writing is what I can do best. I write to vent, simply.
This is probably the first time I ever write in day light. Darkness has a great impact on me to the point I’ve become a night owl.
Darkness in Gaza is nothing like anything else anywhere around the world. Darkness in Gaza is only because electricity would be cut.
I’m supposed and I think I have more to write on and talk about. But again, this writer block is getting the best of me. It’s been too long. I hate it. I’m sorry it’s beyond control.