There is silence around me; at least the one my ears cannot hear. Yet this commotion in my mind jumbles my thoughts which scream in agony; a pain that I cannot seem to understand. Why is this pain so excruciating? Why then I cannot see the reason behind it, but I can feel the aftermath of it?
My lame attempt to jot it down in words is a failure of articulation. Yet I want to pour it out in some form which I do not expect even the letters to understand.
My lame attempt to jot it down in words is a failure of articulation. Yet I want to pour it out in some form which I do not expect even the letters to understand.
