Nothing to write about

I have nothing to write about. I am fine-tuning an old skill, i am celebrating my writings - alone, i am rekindling old friendships, I merrily go around with current friends and discovering new ones.

But i have nothing to write about. I am in a state that my mind goes faster than my own thoughts and i could not catch up. i am in a crossroad right now and i am confused. but at the same time, i am thankful that i am in a good place and that all i have before me are things i wanted, things brought about by my choices - good or bad.

But i still have nothing to write about. I could not write about my feelings, thoughts, fears, fancy, stupidity and genius. I simply could not put words on where i am now. And i like it.

As a whole - LIFE IS GOOD. At this particular moment - LIFE IS BREATHTAKING AND DELICATELY AMAZING.