If I Could Write all that I Wantedby: Shrestha Agrahari
I am sad. I am depressed. I am lonely. I feel tormented. I feel like I’m being punished. I don’t dare to come out of my shell. I haven’t told anyone about it. It’s a secret of my own. I’ve kept it deep within my heart because I know, no one really understands, of only a shallow companion, they can play the part. So I laugh, I laugh hard and smile a lot. Some might even think that I’ve gone berserk. But I’m craving, craving for someone to understand me before I do myself, because these emotions you see, are drowning me within. I’ll write poetic stories for you, ones that will put my mind to ease, but maybe I should not because that’ll make it hard for you to, life, appease. But I need to live too, don’t I? I’m not just a character you’ll read about, I’m a human of many minds. Breathing in the air seems impossible now, the truth of life has taken away my appetite. But I wish you all the happiness that you deserve. And if you don’t find it, you’ll find me here, in my reserve.
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