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As I stare at the gray wall on our room.. Everything seems blank. Clear pages. Book's texts fade. I don't want to live where everything is dull. How many colors do we have? Wouldn't it turns out weard to be painted all in a piece.. In a part? The real thing is... I'm troubled. Have some doubt. See how a picture of things from our mind on concentration had brought up the reflection of what we truly feel? I'm not a psychologist. I just know it's a mind related thing. Have you tried assessing yourself up in a different way like this? Sometimes i think this is an art. Or it surely is and I'm not just aware that it really is? I don't know but i badly hope so. All i know is that this weard thing in me satisfy me most of the time. It's like visualizing things and depicting what it might mean as long as I can. This things leads me to love writing. It brings out the uniqueness in me which is later I don't just want to keep for myself. I feel sharing would...