A collection of drafts I wrote from scratch papers, at the back pages of my notebooks, forgotten diaries, detained thoughts, leakage of words in some social medias and others I might be hiding in the confines of my deep enigmatic thoughts and visions.
How could I have written all of these?
Lol Am I this schmaltzy long ago? 'Err' The feels of such words overflowing in jumbles and penmanship I made that I can't even decipher.
So, I was just skimming pages of my old notebooks when I caught on a few pages that embarked murky inks and light shaded leads. Words, words that directed me to my past. Of oozing words that gave life to my emotions. Or emotions that gave life to my words. Well, how could I? Those smoothly wafting words that imprinted that reflects my roughly wandering soul.
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Drench With Words
RandomA collection of drafts I wrote from scratch papers, at the back pages of my notebooks, forgotten diaries, detained thoughts, leakage of words in some social medias and others I might be hiding in the confines of my deep enigmatic thoughts.
