Finding a new start

I’m complaining recently about having no inspiration to write as I used to do. I used to write how I feel in form of poems. I’m not saying I’m a poet, but this has been always my favourite way of expressing my feelings in different situations.

Nothing urges me to write any more. Some will tell me “what’s the big deal? You don’t want to write and writing doesn’t want you”. But the state of being free and jobless makes me think of my potentials.  I think about my talents, what I’m good at, and what makes me happy. And writing is one of those few things that I do happily.

Days go by, they are just the same

Time is meaningless, my life has no aim

This is not how it’s supposed to be

This is not what I wanted for me

So many dreams I have in mind

Paths I need to find

It’s the first time to be completely alone

I have to make it on my own

All I need is inspiration

Some support and purification

Imagine what I want to be

Have faith and strongly believe in me

That’s all it takes to make my dreams come true

It’s the new start that leads to where I want to go

To a state where happiness will be my trend

And feeling love will have no end