Words...
They evade me
Running from me
like clouds in the sky
I cannot touch my pen
so hot and scalding
The paper so treachorous
It pleas and cries
"do not bleed on me"
Fear not my dead tree
I have no ink to bleed on anyone
My will is gone
You will not be injured further
Find my peace, paper
Perhaps I will bleed on you again...
About Me
- Reham
- I’m a wanderer with a focus on loving life and living love. This blog encompasses my move through several cities in this broad world and the thoughts that have evolved with each of those geographic locations. I write down my meaningless materialistic wishes and my epiphanies as they come; and I hope that years from now I will be able to read my blog in its entirety and feel humor towards my hardship and a sweet nostalgia towards my past’s laughter.
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