When the writer and poet inside me indulge in a conversation.
Ok!! Let's begin to write about something. Umm!! About what? Even though this world is full of unresolved mysteries, misunderstood psychologies, failed relationships waiting to be counselled, depressed individuals in a desperate need of a moral boost, why do I still feel short of topics to write about. Alright. So we can write some other day. No. Today, at this very moment. It is this moment where I fell this insatiable hunger, unquenched thirst and the sight of that fully loaded pen wanting to bleed makes me so desperate that I might drown if words don't save me today. Ok!! Then write but don't get so dramatic. Keep it simple and straight. Have you never heard nature's musings in the morning. The sweet bird chirping, crunchy crackling sound of leaves, the night's secrets whispered by the breeze, the shrieking of waves ready to engulf everything that is anything but rock strong. Have you not noticed how they combine in a perfect harmony to create the most melodious ...