My experiences become my writing.
As I keep writing,
I realize that
if I want more things to write about,
I need more experiences.
Sometimes I feel
a little regret
about the noisy days,
when so many things were happening,
and I didn’t write anything.
These days are quieter.
That doesn’t mean
I want to go back to those days.
But I do feel
that I should move more,
do more,
and have more experiences.
So that
there will be something
to write about later.