today i am starting anew.
the memories of my past are gradually fading, bit-by-bit.
i refrained from writing for months,
i had a devastating realization that
i am losing my appetite in doing it.
but today and days to come,
i will write.
i will pour all my passion to every piece i indite.
for the sake of my other self who grew fond of writing,
who grew in love with words.
me.
YOU ARE READING
Gloomy Days, Serene Nights
Poetryour mind is like the winter. cold, matured, senesced, rational and silent. our heart is like the summer. warm, innocent, vernal, vehement and vibrant. they are polar opposites. however, when we write, those two are fused. the heart be the faucet o...
