Writing Within A Fleeting Moment

It has been a while since the smell of my own freshly ground coffee permeated throughout our shared living space with indie folk music playing softly in the background. As a creative who revels in partaking in solitary activities, I garner inspirations through trivial yet effective mediums such as a sip of well-brewed morning coffee. Thus, having an ambience such as is what I always love to conjure time and time again.

However, in recent days, I have been spending less time on self-introspection. So, this morning was a nice change of pace.

Although it’s justifiable for me not to post anything here during exam season, I have been overwhelmed with a constant urge to write something… anything.

I just want to write about the way the birds are soaring freely in the skies.

I just want to write about the way my duvet snugly envelops my whole figure to keep me warm at night.

I just want to write about the way my coffee grows bitter in taste as its temperature lowers down with the progression of time.

I just want to write for the sake of writing, and sometimes, I feel like I have forgotten how to write and that scares me more than words can say.

The next thing I know is that I have already started writing within a fleeting moment. And in that moment, I can feel relief washing all over me.