Thursday, 10 January 2013

Work is taking its toll.

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.