On Writing and my Soul

Lately, I haven't been able to think of anything to write. And it scares me. Words are my sunlight. Letters and thoughts are the air that I breathe in. Without them, I feel like my world's gone black and white. Everything's dreary.

I am not sure where the lack of inspiration started. Could be the series of ordinary days that I have. Could be the Time that I can never grab by my hands. All I know is that I cannot live without my soul.

So hear I am. Trying to breath. Trying to see colours and live again.

Hope I succeed.