I've always loved night strolls,
It's the perfect time to shuffle through collective thoughts,
It's the best time for any kind of inspiration,
It's one of the most cliché, underrated and ridiculous moments to reminisce about the whole day;
the things you did right;
the things you did wrong and personal tutorials on how to do better things tomorrow.
NATURE; BREEZY NIGHT
It's a dark lonely night,
The stars are laid distinctively in the thick dark clouds; brightening the sky in form of glitters.
Surrounded by an atmosphere of extreme quietness...I could feel the harsh wind brushing against my skin.
I could hear the leaves of the trees rustle towards the direction of the wind.
Tonight feels different, and unlike other cold nights; I witnessed nature display in such tremendous uniformity...
Making beautiful wonders with no efforts at all.
"I saw the stars shine so bright on a hopeless night!"
For the first time...I think I understood the quietness of darkness so loudly.
I heard Nature pronounce perfection,
I heard Nature scream purpose.
ADAORA
Blurry visions build the strongest walls,
Lost loves leave the greatest scars,
Empty words create the craziest disappointments,
Broken chains release the realest beasts.
Mentally unavailable, physically unarmed, psychologically destructive ....
All of my emotions are stuck in my bottled self....
They're only noticed when I cry.
They're only protected when I'm held.
They're only disclosed when I tell.
FEAR; THE DESTRUCTION
It said to shut all doors,
Kept it quiet as i laid scared to sleep,
It's in my head...
Counting all those losses ,am I ever making it this high again?
I blacked out of the public,
I Kept the internet texts on a hold for long.
Still, it killed my calm, destroyed my quiet, rescheduled all of my plans...
THE WRITER'S STRENGTH
I am never giving up till it's over ,
I won't let go in my weakness,
Even if it's just my bones holding on.
Just like The Burj Khalifa... I've hoped to be strong，
It's just me and my fears everyday, but I pull up with that positive aura.
I want to understand every technique,
I want to learn the rules,
I want to flip all stones till there's none left unturned because;
If it ain't burning then it isn't zeal, passion or fire!
I need to be great...
I need to be strong....
I need the attitude of a Victor!
Back to the beginning,
I am ADAORA; the witty writer with a million fears. Architecture is still a course I enjoyed jumping into because of my valid obsession with Neo-classical Architecture. Drawing is still one of my several hobbies and like every normal youth, I've got dreams too!
BOOK END
Yoooo,
THE WRITER'S FEAR ended with the WRITER'S STRENGTH.
I am sincerely grateful for the supports, at first I wasn't even sure on whether THE WRITER'S FEAR would ever be completed or appreciated. I honestly can't believe this moment.
This is my first book ever, and I hope I did great for a beginner.
I love you all, please don't forget to follow, vote and comment on my book.
Hey, hold on!
Did you think I was gonna stop here?
I'd be publishing my next book here next week, it's definitely going to be a banga!
The name of the book might be a spoiler, so let's just chill...right?
Be cool!
VOTE OF THANKS
Special thanks to those who brought this book to live; God ...and my characters were extremely awesome for letting me use them- my parents, siblings, friends. I love you all so much, i am happy to have brought y'all into paper existence.lol. Now, you all exist in reality and in a book.
YOU ARE READING
THE WRITER'S FEAR
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