Ever since I laid my fingers to follow the stroke of my sentiments, I felt the need to craft more.
The desire to create a new world heightens everytime I physically see something interesting.
My pen is more than ready to be used so as my leaves of notebook. Eager is an understatement to describe the excitement of my right hand waiting for my mind's signal who's also loaded with a lot of thoughts. For me, it is like a troop of army, trained and worked out enough to lead the battle ground. But they say I lack.
"You're ready with all the skill but you don't have the weapon" some people say it to my face. It was nothing at first, but the more I hear it, the more I feel the 'lack' they are pointing.
"This is for me" the first words that
I speak out in the hope of consoling myself despite everything they say...
despite the inability to draw illusions and perceive images in my mind...
despite the fact that my mind's eye is blind.
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EverSince Series 2- PETALS and THORNS
General FictionThe absence of color does not mean darkness, it's an avenue to ascertain a brighter light
