Lately I been thinking about my grandfather. He passed away back in october; a relapse of utter sadness. I thought I was strong and you just want to keep ignoring the feelings, but it just concaves in making it unbelievable hard to bear.

Venting in writing is the only way I call truly let my feelings out that how I got started writing its like a air hole for me to breathe.

However, I been currently undergoing a writer's block and I feel such emptyiness I don't know where to begin.


To be Continued.

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