Seed

I was once a seed that is unknown what leaves that I'm going to bear once I grow old. The knowledge became my nutrients and I receive care from people around me and it stands as my water. I didn't waste what they gave and now I'm a plant who kept growing to be a tree. A plant that holds a pen as its sword. A sword that sways off the negativity that I have been feeling. The feeling that has been carved into a rock and was exposed to the world. Only few has seen this rock because my first carve isn't perfect, but as the time goes by, the more I carve, the better the result was.

I just don't write, I try my best to flow out electricity through my pen to make connection. The more I gave in, the more it will feel like the reader is part of that world. A world that has been made by the author, by me.

My works doesn't stand out but that doesn't mean I should give up, for me, it means I should keep up. I won't lose hope because someday I know I could bring the best of me.

Just as I said, I'm a plant who kept growing to be a tree. A tree that someday, could reach the star destined for me.