Scribbling:
“When you try too hard to scribble every
single word you see hovering across but nothing comes out at all, only to leave
you feeling like cheated in worst possible ways. For the only thing that feels
to belong to you is words, and when they too leave you stranded at the start of
night, you feel the horror of darkness. you feel scared to even open your eyes
and find your shadow strangled and dumped by your feet. Your own breathes
starts to chock you, and those drowning words; which you couldn't pull out of
ocean of thoughts, starts to fill your lungs, only to sink you beneath and
watch your struggle for your life. By every passing second you find yourself
melting bit by bit as those ice-cubes in your glass of scotch.”
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