“Let’s just say that this is the best time for me to put this down. I am no longer able to cope and understand the feelings I am having. The rhythm sings mellow and hard core sounds in my ear. Is this the fast paced heart beat I have ever wanted before?

Memories and keys from your grand piano were stuck on the clouds. It bit me like I was an old dusty wooded and odorless door. All I have ever wanted is to find the thing I was looking for. But when it came, I ignored it. I did not acknowledge and just threw it on the floor. At first, I tried tohide it but the screams busted out in flames burning with fire gold, shouting and seeking attention. I tried running on the shattered glasses but felt the weight of the world on my shoulders. Have I thought this before? Nobody answered. I was dead in silence.”

This my first post to show my face here in this page. At first, I was hesitant on how I can make a brand of myself since I wanted to write narrative stories and yet I, no, I don’t know what I want to become. Pain in deed makes good stories. Let’s start from there.

P.S. Let’s keep writing and translate these feelings to some good reading.



Originally posted on tumblr: http://theornithophobic.tumblr.com/

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