A little Reminiscing.

I sometimes try and remember when I started writing. I try to think about when it is that I actually found myself interested in this art form referred to as writing. I always fail to come to one particular point in my life and at this point, I'm not even sure there is one particular point to come to.

Hello there, I'm the Earthian.

I've been doing some significant writing these last couple of years, sure, but it wasn't here that I started. It was way back when I was probably five or six, I'm not sure. No, I'm not trying to exaggerate or cement myself as a writer but it really did begin back then. Funny little stories going nowhere with silly little morals at the end were my thing back in the day. The morals and the messages were always important to me, they still are important to me and I believe they're part of the reason I am the way I am today. And big words too, words I don't comprehend but find fancy were huge for me. I would learn them just so I could use them somewhere. I remember my very first book, my silly version of a book I admire to this day. Then came my days of writing poetry. I always made sure my verses rhymed. Didn't care much about what they meant because, well, because my verses rhymed. I wonder if I should have saved them. I'm sure I'd have loved reading them today. And then a few years' hiatus from writing. I wasn't ill or anything, just occupied in other activities that apparently are important to my life. Thinking back, I think that's when I should have written the most, I was desolate, desperate and dead on the inside. I chose to wear a smile I didn't really mean and pretended I was fine.

Just got reminded of my past today, see you all again tomorrow.

Love, peace.