i used to write, a lot, when i was younger. (god i sound like im 30 or smth.) well, still do, anyway. but i cant find a reason as to why i haven't really been writing poems anymore.

these writings often came into my head while walking aimlessly in mundane activities. at those times i think i really did think too much. still do, anyway.

i used to write a lot to heal away the immense loneliness i had in me. and now i guess i just got used to it, or perhaps i have wonderful friends now.

or perhaps im one of those sluts who grow up and slowly forget the slow, simple pleasures of life.
perhaps i havent been driven by inspiration.

but largely now i guess my inspirations have all gone to the visual images i make up in my head. and im itching underneath my skin and bones to transfer them to the moving screen.

and OHMYFUCKINGGOD i just looked back at my writings and i cant believe they were written by me.

anyway, enjoy : [link]