Asking me not to write
Is like telling me
Not to use my sight.
It's like watching a dream burn
without doing something in return
It's like making yourself grow
In a place life would make you so low
What's the point of living
If in the end
I am still regretting
What's the use of freedom
If in my eyes
I feel dumb
How I end up with this
Is beyond my wits
But don't you ever worry
For I won't tell our story
'coz in the end,
I will be sorry
YOU ARE READING
An Ounce of Weirdness
Non-FictionThis book is a compilation of my Episodes of #WordVomit Word Vomit is my way to express myself freely through writing. Everytime a thought comes into my mind, words would storm out. The moment I realized it, I found myself writing the words coming o...
