The tradegy of being a writer. (Read Caption)— % & It can't go back more than backspace, so I choose to shift the mountains and valleys in the middle of my lines, it breaks. The cracks follow the rhythm of Brooks and pieces. A sunshine on head, i turn the books into colors and they break into the casettes of nostalgia. A lady tears the pages of a book. Far away, someone breaks into tears. It's night. Wake up! The silence growls. The walls terrified. It's a child sitting behind those words. You walk away. A painter work goes unnoticed. He cuts his ear. A sob. A sigh! The world will see you, one day. Once upon a time, a time traveller visited his mother. She was draped into a vision. Her mother was cutting her dreams. Soon she grew up, to be married to a man, who ran way. His son was running away from himself too. So, he came back. A vision was blurred. Once again, The starry night was lost in the museum. The concentric circles revolving around the songs, I playing. Somewhere it was me running behind them. Sometimes, it was them telling me that i meant to be yours. The theories were falling deep into Rutherford's atomic model. The fiction was breaking. The world was making new records with non fictional characters. The Shakespeare was lost. I remember, reading him in school. No one knew me in school. Who was I? Who am I? came later, when I started missing myself. Morning knocks! The fire woke me up. Cigarette smoking is injurious to health. The kids filing petitions. Hail Growing up! Hail Growing up! Acres of stories getting burnt. The ashes do not remember your name or mine. Mine- A diamond mine was suppose to be yours but you laid mines to be mine and burnt yourself. Such a drastic damage of a language. So love, communicate before you get depressed. A one-liner. How can you explain the world that, you are okay? in a line. So let me ask you, How are you? I am okay. Really? Are you? Okay! It went good. Isn't it? I think the same. #yqbaba #itsbeenlong #writing #thankyoulove #itsbeautiful
