I haven't written in such a long time. And somehow, every time I think to, the words just disappear into the wind, flying away into nothingness. I sit and stare at art on Pinterest, slowly loosing my breath as I realise I'll never be able to make that. Writing is easier, you don't need anything special, just something to write on, and words to write. The latter is much harder to find, especially if your a perfectionist like me.














