I want to write again. Not blog, write. I used to write poems, when I was happy or sad or just plain me. Recently I rediscovered them between my old files and read a few, and wondered why I ever stopped writing them. Maybe because my love for photography took over, I don’t know. But I want to continue writing. I love words, and I hope I can get the words that describe my thoughts down on paper like I used to. I remember how easy it was back then, but now I feel like I have to think of something before I write. Back then I would just write something and it would work. Or not, but I would just start over and make the bits work together. Let’s hope I can find that again.
Tomorrow, me and my dearest are leaving for a short vacation. We’re going to stay in a very nice hotel in the middle of the woods. We can go on picknicks, make bicycle trips, see museums… I’ve been looking forward to this for so long! Even though straight after those four days, my vacation is over and I have to go back to school and work, I can’t wait for tomorrow. It’ll be great.