Complaint

To write something profound or meaningful, you need time. Time and inspiration. At times, you suddenly feel the urge to write, you jolt down with whatever you could on whatever you have. Sometimes, you don't have anything, you suddenly lost at words. 

Then you have to wait. Waiting for anything to trigger your writing instinct. 

A spark, a spark that could lighten your imagination. Your imagination is your definition. Boundless and free of anything. 

Where could it have been? To force a writing wouldn't feel right. To force someone to read it is much worse. So, for now, read those archives. Thank you.