I know you're scared—
You're scared to write.
But I know that you're missing yourself tonight.
So just for this moment,
Forget everything you've learned.
Forget all your missing fragments.
Forget that you were ever burnt.
And just write.
Remember that night,
Where you almost lost it?
You took pen, papers, words, and you learned how to fight.
'Till this day you are still so in love with it.
You lost yourself in this busy world,
But you found yourself in the flow of words.
Never let go of who you are,
Never let go of something that loves you even with all your scars.
Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 4:00 AM UTC
The moon and stars they wept.
The grey blanket of clouds covered the light source.
The morning sun was dead.
In a bunked lowly chair I sat as I stare the first drop of sky's tears fall in the windowpane.
It's like watching a full played orchestra.
The loud crackles of every droplet hitting my roof sounded like violins.
The wind steered the tempo of each cello sounding raindrops.
Marvelous harmonies of saxophones, bassoons, oboes, clarinets and flutes symphonized the silence.
Sky, the orchestra conductor is crying.
So am I.
Then I remembered, that I'll play a function too.
I'm the orchestra's vocal soloist.
Oh, here's my part . . . I screamed.
Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 3:52 AM UTC