“I was impressed by the pretty view of the beach but deep inside at that time I was sad because I was leaving my boyfriend and going back to my home country. I hoped time could freeze but through the sand castle I could see the elapse of time.”
“I think I’ll have a peak” Joshua Tilling an introduction:
This was my first tumblr post, and I felt great after writing it because I was putting my words out there and letting them breathe, Live. Instead of worrying they weren’t good enough. This was writing, it was about words, sentences, and ideas, not perfection. This post was the start of something new in my life. ..
My attic is shut, locked. It seems it will never open again, no matter how hard I pry. I have tried every key in my existence, but still, the damned thing will not open. Where am I to think but the attic! Oh, the creatures it harbors; they make for great writing, you know.
“Please. I beg of you,” I desperately yell at the decaying door, “I need inspiration!” But still, nothing. I suppose I shall start with this; this nothing of a post. This worthless gathering of words; how unorganized they are. It makes me sick… Though, maybe someone will find pleasure in them, for there are over 6.8 billion people in this world.