my space A glass castle will shatter, Doors will doom down. bridges build will burn and bury, with the raging fire rising high I feel the heat on my skin, Making it so impossible for me to feel the breeze. My gown turning into ashes, storm being disastrous I see nothing but end of this world. Breathing is shallow and blood rush through my veins. Now out of the body making its way through the fingers into the fire A beautiful flame rises up with colors that I never imagined, It seems like a surreal thought came through me, my blood; Knew all along what my soul wants. Drenched and burnt I stand and let the heat come in me and feel the pain that my heart held in it. The worries of my mind and heart came all way to me to make it real and dynamic. Every bit of my body knows this wouldn’t end if even I deserve it to. It will end only when the my torment thoughts stop to hound and terrorizes me Only when my castle of glass will not be of glass but...
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I am writing, my new beginning Hope to stay steady. Searching for some words, i know this will be it, already. Vocabulary is the treasure for some, for some it is just play of monopoly. Beginning is new, so lets hope for some crusade! As we all are lost in thoughts and evoke ourselves dreamily. As we wander around and explore, new paths we find and find new mystery to venture. For there shall be no hurdle; I choose to be a writer.. Pouring my word as tea in my cup, I ought to find a way to make expressions wiser. Be there strength in my words and kindness with my appellation; I shall make a way to summon my words like a fighter.