I have been trying for weeks now to get something down on a piece of paper, something. Anything. But NO. Writing is forbidden. It's kind of like chasing butterflies to eat. Forbidden. Bad comparison though. It's kind of like finding time. I just can't seem to find any. If I could, I would have been writing. But writing too is forbidden as of this point of time. So, now, is there any point of finding time? Not really, I guess.
But now I am writing. Something. Anything. And I am glad. So glad. Very glad. MongenGLADbach. LOL (Laughing Out Loud).
Or is it LAL (Lachen Aus Laut)???
Okay, enough.
Done and dusted.
