A writer who writes

 i am now jaded in middle of semester.

mid-break.

a break that wasn't really a break.

how come you people call break 'a break'

when there's lots of assignments 

and reading to be done.

misconception happens here. 

enough yakking.

last hectic Thursday,

when i was in one of my class,

my lecturer asked her students including me of course,

"who wants to be a writer?"

in which i didn't put my hand's up

to the question

but i really want to.

yes, suddenly i want to be a writer.

something that i never dream of before.

before this, i did write.

secretly.

without no one knowing.

gratitude to blog creator

that now i can write publicly. 

but in here,

i'm just like rambling and ranting.

never like give real writing piece.

i did put poems in which i'm confident with.

but to write something more serious

is 'naaa' for this time being.

i am simple.

so my writing is simple.

i like simplicity.

reading for me is an escapism

and writing is for me to release my flow

of thought

of idea

and feel.

i never knew that i would love writing

until i did it.

and now,

i want to be a writer

who writes.

 p/s: A piece of writing that will inspire people.
      
    

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