Pleasure of the heart or pain in the ass, the harsh reality or a dreamful fiction, magic or logic, love or hate, however and whatever way the list grows, they are one hell of a solicitous thoughts. If there is anything that can amplify the beauty of these thoughts is by, yes, you guessed it right – Writing. Writing is the flow of cognisant thoughts into the paper basket. It’s a cascaded random channel that is rebellious to form a structure.
It’s me (The real me).
When I write, I am being that me,
which I actually wanted to, but could not be.
Writing – A Maze.
You could love it because it’s relate-able and beautiful, likewise you could hate it because it’s relate-able and painful. It could be the happiness that just slipped away or sadness that needs to walk away. Mind is a maze or to…
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