I miss... Me.

I miss those nights of melancholy.
I miss the whirlwind of emotions that went on inside me.
I miss the helplessness and that struggle.
When my feelings gushed in form of words.
When my thoughts would wander away to an unknown land.
A land that seemed like my own.
A place where I belonged.
I haven't visited there in a long time.
I haven't written for myself in a long time.
I miss those nights of fulfillment.