The city is where I go. It keeps pulling me its way. Although I like our little town and I hate being around a lot of people I find myself taking the train at least once a week now.
The people, the lights, the shops, they are my inspiration. I can’t even count the days I sit at home begging for ideas to pop up in my mind while when I go to the city I suddenly get so many ideas I can’t write all of them down.
For some reason, I suddenly love walking through the crowded streets. I love sitting in a coffee shop full of people.
While at home I have to force myself to write and not get distracted, I can’t stop writing when I am at Starbucks. I sat there writing for about three hours straight today while I can’t even focus for an hour when I am at home.
I really wish it wouldn’t take that long to get to the city because once exams start again I won’t have the time to go anymore.
Lots of Love
Just A Blank Space