It’s been years since I last wrote something. I can already imagine my brain covered with cobwebs. Out of the nowhere (and I guess, boredom over candy crush) I find myself looking at my rusty tumblr account, struggling to find thoughts over my tarnished mind. I tried asking myself when I stopped writing. It’s been a hobby. It’s been my outlet. Does that mean I do not feel anything anymore, or I may simply be too lazy to think? Reflecting on those reasons, I would rather convince myself that I may be just too busy to have time.