Since I decided to restart my writing, I thought of looking through my old prose and poems just to see how much I evolved with my writing. I scavenged old online journals and writing communities and was able to pull off a handful of them from years 2015, 2013, 2011 etc.
I began to read them one by one.
My eyes could not believe what they were reading. Did I really write these? I felt like I didn’t write them at all! It was like some other version of myself who had creative juices as IV drip just wrote her life away without any hesitations and misgivings.
To have that creative impulse to make something out of an idea so mundane and transform it into something so sublime through words and phrases.
It was fascinating to be able to read them again in a new light. I wonder what was I feeling while I was writing my old stuff back then. To have that creative impulse to make something out of an idea so mundane and transform it into something so sublime through words and phrases.
I miss those feelings.
A part of me wished that I can write like that again. But with my old writings, I know they served their purpose for me during that time, together with the memories that were attached to them.
Maybe, just maybe, I can do this again.
