Random Thoughts that are Not on Brand

Some days are better than others,

But lately, days seem to blend a lot.

I lost my passion, when really I should be living the best days of my life.

Sometimes, I look back, and feel like I want to reclaim that old version of myself.

The one who wrote and wrote and wrote and kept on writing.

The one who loved books and fairy tales and lived in her own little fantasy world.

Nothing is holding me but some invisible threads in place of the chains I used to have.

Like a trained animal who does not leave their cage, when the door is wide open.

I haven't picked up a pen in years.

Maybe today is the day, Maybe this year is the year.

I stop putting off my life. Until I get a better job, or more time, or a better pay.

I should start living. Today.