My Frustration: Writing Trials

Writing Trials

Pens joint down the gibberish we call words. A letter unspoken but clear, syllables strung together by happenstance wrapped up in metaphors and explorative tales. I know the feeling of waning wonder. It goes deeper than a wishing well. One minute your touching pale clouds, the next your taken to the hallows depth of unknown hell.

Love Always, Esha

 

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