Dark Horse Arts and Sciences

Through those deep corners of my suppressed and concealed vocabulary, I tried to walk for the one last time, reconciling myself that this would be the last time I would be hanging around in my world of words. But as I started revisiting those labyrinths of unused and misspelled words, a sense of nostalgia hit me like a thunderbolt. Memories of me sitting on my chair, in front of my Windows screen, typing relentlessly, word after word, appeared before my eyes. A sense of guilt enveloped my inner conscience as to why I left this beautiful art of writing that has given me so much over the years. There was no particular reason not to write, it’s just that after a certain point, I didn’t feel like writing any more. 

The feeling of pinning down rich, imaginative ideas upon a sheet of paper had somehow vanished into thin air, leaving behind only faded memories of the past. But here I am, roaming around inside my memory palace, recollecting those golden times of my beautiful relationship with words and ideas. I want to go back to that zone again for sure. I want to feel that exhilaration and excitement of putting those images into some verbal and literal form again. But, will I be able to write again after all these years? Will I be able to just sit and write relentlessly and fearlessly, devoid of any fear of judgment again? I doubt so.