My mind's like the noisy street in the peak rush hour. The blaring honking of the restless ideas in a rush to over take one another. The careless pedestrian hopes spilling past their pavement, shuffling their way through the chaos. Suffocation all around in the polluting smoke of memories turning archaic within the rusting engines. One neglected dream in tattered clothes, knocking on my closed windows. All at the red signal that seems like forever now. Gimme a Green Light 🚦 On writing. Chani Bhate Hope this will do. #NaPoWriMo
