i like to write sometimes, i say.
sometimes.
i like to write when the sun is doing it's daily job of spraying my neighborhood with gold
or when i look up at midnight
and see tiny silver stars thrown carelessly on the black sheet of night sky
i like to write when sadness sits on my chest
or when worthlessness rattles in my bones
i like to write when i desperately have to pour my heart out and
the ink of my pen becomes my blood
and the words i write
become my smiles and tears,
the paper becomes my skin,
full of wounds
i like to write about sadness, happiness, beauty, tragedy, thoughts, feelings
i like to write about the everything in nothingness.
- hiba
Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 1:59 AM UTC
i like to write sometimes, i say.
sometimes.
i like to write when the sun is doing it's daily job of spraying my neighborhood with gold
or when i look up at midnight
and see tiny silver stars thrown carelessly on the black sheet of night sky
i like to write when sadness sits on my chest
or when worthlessness rattles in my bones
i like to write when i desperately have to pour my heart out and
the ink of my pen becomes my blood
and the words i write
become my smiles and tears,
the paper becomes my skin,
full of wounds
i like to write about sadness, happiness, beauty, tragedy, thoughts, feelings
i like to write about the everything in nothingness.
- hiba