Jun 2018
Let the pen kiss the paper
Smudging softly with dark tint
I am full of ideas!
Creating story, reaching the ******
And my hand is burning
Scribbling my thoughts into words, intensely
I know where I am going.
Wait.
Where am I going?
Smudging softly with dark tint
I am full of ideas!
Creating story, reaching the ******
And my hand is burning
Scribbling my thoughts into words, intensely
I know where I am going.
Wait.
Where am I going?
Lately, I can't focus on writing my poems. It's just, I have all the ideas, thoughts and topics on my mind and when I start to write it, I don't know how I'm going to proceed. My words become blur and my mind doesn't coordinate with my hands leaving most of my writings hanging in the air.
