From A Writer To A Wretched Writer

OH… IT’S BEEN A HELL OF LIFE!

It has been months since you stopped connecting those lines. And all of me, including my soul, went with you when you left me alone in this empty land.

I don’t know where you are now or what you are doing on the other side of existence. Cause I still feel wistful about the memories we made under the starry-starry night.

And so, I grabbed my ragged book out of the shelf and flipped through the pages to see if there were any traces of you. But all I found was random sketches of fathomless words I wrote in the rusty pages of my notes.

“….Connect the constellations and let’s cross the blazing northern lights”

It made me felt like a logophile after reading the line and it brought me back to my sanctuary.

But all I feel like not scratching those SCARS! At the same time, temptation keeps hitting me to unfold those bloodshed bars.

Her senses lurking through the scratched lenses of an aperture, intentionally producing a decibel to make me realize through her faded memories that — I’m A Wretched writer who has lost his vocabulary!