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Monday, February 4, 2013

Memories of the days gone past

Tonight I was looking through my previous writings. None of this blog yet, but those that I have in google drive.
I am simply amazed. It might sound egotistical, but I HAVE written well. I want to write more like that. It's like reading the perfect book, except that I am the one to write it.
It's pure heaven.

And I haven't slept tonight, which is what I meant with the first word of this post.
But I am not tired, far from that. I am active and anxious. I want to write. I did write.
I am a machine of ideas. A machine for ideas.

Within the last few days I have learned to direct and control my imagination. I can now inspire myself, so that I won't be as dependent on spontaneous inspiration as I used to be.
Hopefully it helps. Hopefully it doesn't mean that I will write some crap. I really hope I won't, as writing is more than a hobby for me. It's life. I live to write and if I live, then I must write. Just like I wrote over 8 months ago. Maybe even before. I have once again become poetic, as one might see by my grammar style.
Btw, not even the almighty Google can find any grammar mistakes in my writings anymore. I am now officially capable of writing in American English.

Now some stuff that I can't just stop myself from writing. Nor would I want to.

"Dispersed phrases everywhere. I remember how well I have written. I WANT to write more, if my writings can be good. " - Me at Here.

Give me love and I give far more back...

/Still looking for more, never letting it fall. This is my lore. This is all.
proudly, Xonok the Endorian