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by Yuka

You know, I really thought I grew out of it. This writing habit.

Before, I used to type or write for hours on end because of how all these ideas kept popping on the top of my head. I used to think that I had a real knack for it since I couldn’t seem to run out, despite my lack of ability to actually be able to construct a proper draft of any of my works. I would wake up at ungodly hours, pick up a pen and just scribble down what I had either dreamt about or had come to me during those groggy and half awake moments. 

But, it also came to a point where I couldn’t think of anything in my long hours of being awake, stuck in a loop of frustration and longing to just type something down and fill the blank screen or blank pages.

When all hope of going back to what was once my love for writing slowly started to diminish, I turned to my trusty journal and planner to get used to writing again and be able to even just write my daily thoughts, feelings and sometimes what I was even craving for at that very moment. But no matter what I did, what I wrote, and what I felt. The spark never returned.

Years later, on the month of February, that spark and longing to type or write everything down returned as if a stopper had been uncorked. Years of stored thoughts, ideas, and feelings just poured out all at once and for some reason, just wouldn’t seem to stop.

This overwhelming need to express what had been suppressed for years because of some unknown reason. The ache and heaviness that’s spreading and radiating around my chest that wouldn't and couldn’t seem to come to a halt and disappear like it once had, overpowers me. 

But why? Why now of all the times i’ve tried to gain it back? 

Why now of all the possible times that i’m doing my hardest to get rid of this burning and retched feeling of pain?

My mind knows that I cant. That I shouldn't. Yet my heart sings a different song.

Is that why it came back? Because my heart started to sing once again? Because I started to feel those flutters in my stomach that I thought I would never again feel?

It hurts. I should have just ignored and never acknowledged these confusing thoughts and this overwhelming feelings. But that wouldn’t have stop it from growing would it? Because as days passed, it only seems to grow even stronger. That feeling of yearning compelling me to make it known, to acknowledge it, to act on it. But I know I shouldn't. I cant.

I can’t because for some reason, for some godforsaken reason, I know from the depths of my being that its different and isn’t something i’ve ever had or experienced before and that very thought terrifies me to the core.

Can I blame it on St. Valentine? Nope. No I cant. Because it started way before this year even arrived and I had just constantly pushed it away at the very back of my mind, hoping for it to never float back up. Yet here I am now, at 11:30 in the evening, thinking about you. About him.

How the feeling of his arms were when they circled around me each time we hugged or how the top of my head seemed to just naturally nestle against his neck and tuck underneath his chin, fitting perfectly like it had always been meant to be there. 

But most of all, it was the warmth that he would pass on to me each time we shared an embrace or a simple caress that always, without fail, kept my demons away and brought the sun back up and shining despite the tiredness I’d feel after a long and stressful day.

You know whats funny though? 

Is that i’ve only watched him from a far, a few months months ago, and never had I thought about anything close to what I was feeling now. I never imagined wanting, yearning or even thinking about him. At that time, he was just one of the many people on earth that I could pass by at the halls, give a simple greeting of “Hi or Hello” or even just have eye contact with and smile then get on with life. Yet, I cant lie to myself that even then, each time we saw each other, I felt something as I looked into his obscidian eyes which never failed to make me smile.  

Now, I was given the chance to have even more than just a closer look at those obsicidians and you know what? 

For each time his hand and body brushed against mine, i’d feel warmth.

For each second the world gave me to see him, even if its just a glance, I felt ecstatic.

For each memory the Gods blessed me to have and to remember, I dreamed.

And for each moment he looked at me, it made me feel alive.

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Wed Feb 12, 2020 5:15 pm
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Venerator wrote a review...

It's an accurate depiction of a writer wading through the blocked ideas deep within their mind. The portrayal of memories circulating and jabbing at the writer really picks up as the reader progresses through this. I find this to be interestingly accurate, and I found myself relating as I read more. I can also tell by how raw it feels that there are reason and value tugging along every word and sentence like each paragraph has more meaning behind it. Very well done, I'd love to see more of this...

Yuka says...

Thanks so much! I wasnt actually sure how to write this to be honest XD
What I write/publish are mostly based from what I encounter or experience during my day-to-day happenings in my life and a bit of fantasy writing if my day%u2019s boring. He he he.
I hope I can keep you interested in my story! ^^

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Wed Feb 12, 2020 4:05 pm
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emmajane.a wrote a review...

This piece is really interesting as it portrays how most writers feel. I know, personally, I’ve felt like this, and it’s a very relatable piece. The whole idea that it’s sometimes gets lost, could mean so many things, and you’ve portrayed it really well. The piece is very accurate in many senses, and I would love to read more!

Yuka says...

Thanks! Im glad to have piqued your interest :))
I hope I wont fail to disappoint you with my next one ^^

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