My mind Is blank for the first time in forever. No voices that are trying to drown me, no anxiety that tries to suffocate me. No fear to drag me down to the depths of the dark world.
Its blank. Like a new sheet of paper. No ink has been spilled in over a week. No stories have been written. No smiles to paint. No frowns to sketch.
It's nice.
But I feel empty kinda. Maybe not. Maybe I'm just finally begining to be happy. Trying at least. It's a goal I'm willing to reach.
YOU ARE READING
My Crown Of Shame
عشوائيMy book for my thoughts. No judgment, I will use this to rant my problems when I feel alone. Also will be used for new book ideas, song ideas, and other stuffs.
