The white paper is staring at me.
And I am staring blankly out of the window
Pen is yearning for the grip of my fingers
And my soul is waiting to write
Emotions are waiting to be deciphered into words
Heart is ready to think
The mind is ready to feel what the heart has to say and
I am ready to feel astounded about what I will write from deep down of me
All I need is to 'start'
Start writing
Start to make those 26 alphabets come alive to life
Start to let out what has been buried inside of me
Start to tell a new tale of my same old soul
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 6:10 AM UTC
The white paper is staring at me.
And I am staring blankly out of the window
Pen is yearning for the grip of my fingers
And my soul is waiting to write
Emotions are waiting to be deciphered into words
Heart is ready to think
The mind is ready to feel what the heart has to say and
I am ready to feel astounded about what I will write from deep down of me
All I need is to 'start'
Start writing
Start to make those 26 alphabets come alive to life
Start to let out what has been buried inside of me
Start to tell a new tale of my same old soul
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