I sat in the room filled with ugly thoughts,
I repeatedly toss it off, as mere illusion,
nothing I did could stop it,
it was a cruel haunting on loop ;
I could feel the coldness of this space,
like I was in a freezer – blood shunting,
I trace the goose bumps on my skin.
my heart pounding harder by seconds,
as I fight hard for a breath of air,
I heard a deafening thump from top ;
in the blind darkness of the room,
three stroke of light sneaks in,
slow forming a shadow on the wall,
plain, deformed black silhouette,
luxurious locks, weaken red fingers.
green thickset, round-shouldered figure,
subtle blue aura, filed with emotions ;
she is a spectrum of heartaches.
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I started writing when I was 14 - it was my counter response to the books I have read. Growing up in a complexed family required a lot of "away" time hence reading and writing was the best escape. Years passed, these are still my favorite things to do to unwind. Life can be tough but there are a lot of valuable lessons that come along with it. This blog is my way of sharing those experiences, or rather a space to ruminate; either way, this blog is my escape from the real world.
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