Words are my exit to a world where I want to live. They help
me express the random thoughts that go on in my head. I don’t know what I write
but I love to write. With so much in this head, paper is my place where I express.
But sometimes I don’t know what is going on but still I want to write and I wrote
this poem…
The feeling when you run short of words,
I feel the same right now…
I don’t know why but I feel like writing…
Writing what? I don’t know!
Neither have I known what to write…
The pen goes on,
And I write…
It feels good to write,
Even if you don’t know what to write!
Happy reading! Now go write something!
