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It was just a blank space under where i read the title 'write new story' ,i found it a kind of door which was yelling at me like ,"could you just imagine ;
Look I know about your story which is not absolutely as you imagined but here is your chance to not just imagine but also you can write your imagination in words.
And i was like staring this blinking vertical line physically but actually my soul was drawn into the darkest thought of where to start from .
Should i write about my fiction world ,about my soul or about my survival story .
Well here "my" word doesn't mean that it's about myself personally.
I think let's save this ...
Wondering on my shelves of book i tried to figure out things in regards for what to do with life while going through codex of Agatha Christie i felt to create my own fiction world ,when i went to mr. J. K. Rowling's world i felt like a change could happen anywhere in any wonderworld of yours, then i viewed Chetan Bhagat's pages and i concluded that why can't i be in all wonderworld.
This was not the thing which inspired me about writing actually my writing doesn't comes from inspiration,what i write is those genuine emotions that I'm not able to speak out and this untold emotions of mine take words and get carved into a story or an essay conveying all untold emotions. Everyone in here is suffering from mental sadness and they need someone to speak up out of all the things that they can't speak hence here's my selected way to speak all this trash that has been happening since a decade and this is the way to fight against my mental illness regarding this life cause i don't want to waste it anymore living in this darkness.
Okay now let me confess this I'm very much talkative person in real but the thing is i can't actually say what's there in my heart all i speak in rubbish that's by right part of brain and what all i write is from straight heart and left part of brain, of course everyone have their own way of understanding and concluding way but i connect people by emotion where there is nothing to do with status, money, qualifications degrees and knowledge.
I know it's very bad to be a talkative girl that's what my teachers say but still who cares anyway enjoy the short poem below thank you for your time guys and thank you for connecting by your emotions to mine.
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I have just made a sail out of this canvas ,
Let me make up this straight so it could last
Now let me feel the wind
And set on the ocean with grinned ,
Ooh yes my dear friend fend your dear self
While boarding over my ship cause the helm is still soo weak after watching how Titanic sinked !!
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Here is where the blinking line bought me.
Buy your Tickets with your thought cause it will departure this port of blinking line soon!!
#s_m_p_
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