I'm so exhausted all the time, but I don't really know why. It's definitely not just because I'm fasting. It's definitely just me.
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I want to write.
I can feel the words
inside
trying to escape
the humanesque
and acheive
divinity.
I want to write.
I see the words
outside
trying to breathe
the cool night's air
and dying
cruelly.
I want to write.
I bury the words
underground
trying to dispose
the contents
and remains
deliberately.
Only to write.
2 comments:
Very beautiful. You need to write more often.
It is a mysterious thing how the often wordless feeling or knowing of the mind and heart can somehow find it's way out along the hand with the pencil onto paper.
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