Writings on my Mind

Every day, when I wake up, I take a bath and there goes my head again. Spinning and thinking and writing on its own little way. I’ve got plenty of things to say. Plenty of stories to write. Plenty of experience to share. But I don’t know, it is like a hobby of mine to just think of those things and never let them published.

Yesterday, I was thinking of writing a very cool story about being an idiot inspired by the book I am reading; Forrest Gump.  And guess what, inside my mind, the concept is very clear. I had started my first paragraph, then again.. Poof! I can’t say anything no more. It’s always the beginning of the story. I can’t stand on how I would end it.