I'm wide awake,
Typing the series of flashes/visions on my mind in my lappy.
Each flashes have a story to tell which I can't ignore. I need to filter it out of my head in form of words.
If I don't, they will haunt me for days to become reality instead of living in my visions.
These will always found a way out even if I don't want it.
These flashes are like ghosts lurking in dark trying to find their salvation and the ones who can't grant is me.
(Flashes- Imagination(here)).
Bruh!!! Why the hell it turned out to be so creepy!!!!
It was my thought while writing The Shores of Alola, To Our Own Dreams and The Promise of Lifetime.
I literally pulled an all nighter to write To Our Own Dreams. DestinyProduction knows it all.
(⊙_◎) These ideas lurks me like ghost . It's truth lmao. 90% of my books do haunt me like ghost.
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Faded Lines
PoetryA book of emotions narrating about the faded lines which are forgotten in the passage of time. A poetic outbrust of encaged feelings I'll post quotes, selfmusings, microtales, poetries written by me from time to time. Updated Twice A Day In short, i...
