when you’re a science major
i miss writing.
i miss pencil against paper.
i miss the scratch of the lead, the smooth flow of the words, the tree-scent of the rustling paper.
i miss the feeling of creating something beautiful in my own words.
the reason i love to write is because you create instead of follow — no equations, methods, rules, or calculations.
you're just — free. free to make whatever you want.
free to let yourself run wild.
i miss being free.