A little tired
A bit uninspired
But that will not belittle me
I fear the absence of heart
But fret at the thought of emotions
And any form of expressive dialect
In which contradicts to every piece of writing I make
The beginning to my book starts off with..being lost in a dazzling isolated place
In a state of inertia
However the story still remains a misty haze
I may not know my every slice of life now
But I cannot wait what is in store for me.
- Aufa S.