Remember. The first time you held a mic and heard your voice boom. Remember the genius you carried in that little head of yours. Remember how the words just flew and remember how they've never failed you since. Remember when you were eight and had a tiny party in your class with all your tiny classmates. Remember the butterfly wings on your back and the irony that they scare you. Remember the tiny best friend that would come running each time classes broke just to sit with you and watch you not eat your lunch. Remember when you were twelve and you had friends you could count off on your fingers but also remember the adoration that came your way from the other young adults. Remember the moving proses, summer reading and the fierce, fierce intent to win at everything. Remember when you were sixteen and you could charm people who didn't know you. Remember the stark, silent nights with your lamp on, multiple mugs of coffee, colourful highlighters and the sheer ability to wake up e...
A fresh start at writing. Yes, again! Thanks to my procrastinating skills. Although, I am sure, this will be more spontaneous than my last effort, considering I scribble a lot these days. Comparatively! :P