Excerpts from a writer's diary

There's something which is telling me to forgive them. Forgive them for their shortcomings, for their mistakes. Isn't life about forgiving and forgetting? But, they were wrong. They let go of you. They let go of you, just like the wind let goes of the land and as the leaves let go of their branches. Without even a goodbye to hit back reality onto this innocent soul which awaits their presence, still. It was only wrong on our side for us to wait for their presence in our midst while they mindlessly carried on their journey. We are letting go. For a new dawn awaits us. For our heart wants to find peace, rather still yearn for the love which is lost.

I need to write my heart out. I need to make my thoughts flow on paper. I find peace when I put my thoughts down on paper, it feels light after that. Maybe, this is what I'm meant to do. Write, write and write. And I'm gonna do that. Write everything which runs in my mind for me to find solace. I can be a writer, perhaps. It's fun, you know. Maybe I was meant to do this. I'm not sure still. It's difficult to put your thoughts down on paper. I'm gonna strive though. Strive to get it right.  Hit the bullseye with this. Maybe, this will set me on the right path. A path to something great. Something big. The start might be difficult, the end will sure be beautiful. I might not even publish anything I write, but I'm gonna write though. It keeps me happy. I feel something in me which makes me wanting to do it. I might not be even at par, but does that even matter? An amateur blogger's first post!  :)