All but writing
Was everything my mind accommodated
Every single day at dawn
Writing was the last thought
Every evening
Writing was a nightmare
Avoiding it like a plague
Tried to engage in reading
Over and over again
I read the same things
But then it became clear to me
There will be nothing to read
If there is no one to write
With a deep inspiration
Yet afraid of the outcome
I take a pen
Ready for a change
All this because
I am inspired to write..
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Speechless Introvert
Puisia combination of emotions formed in the heart words spilled by ink on paper just creativity... Of course from an introvert.. Heartfelt emotions.. Love..joy ...sadness...
