Doing It Wrong.

Drumming my fingers against the keyboards with no words appearing on the screen, staring at the four walls of my surroundings seeing off-white. Frustration is a common thing that I encounter every day, inevitable in another sense. Looking back in the crux of why I wanted to read- to write is to improve. But, Am IContinue

Struck.

Chill beats were playing at the background, I was not satisfied, I needed something more inspiring. My fingers shifted it into classical orchestra, nope, Japan songs, better. The language portrayed was incomprehensible yet enlightening. I cocooned myself on my chair, hoping that some movement could stir my head up- an impetus. Blank. Nothingness. That was all that I couldContinue

Same Taste

Since last year, I have not met someone who has the ardour in writing, until now, Erica, she is a writer. How fate works, I do not fully understand. Last year, I had a rival, but I had lost contact with him due to time, and my previous ‘master’ was left in the dust. ItContinue