Scribbles

I remember scribbling out pieces in the old memos. I remember typing words even before realising what I was typing. I remember...how I saw my ideas raw, right there, in front of my eyes. It was back then when I understood what I was capable of. The noise doesn't calm down. But I have a way with my words that helps me cope up with the chaos inside my head. If you ask me, I would tell you to take up the pen. It wouldn't happen in a day. But eventually, it would flow out. All the noise....in form of words. It's peaceful.

Here are some of those memos, those random words to noone, those screams out to nowhere. A hole in my heart caused by nothing.

Hope you will enjoy~

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