When I am writing
a part of me is always wandering
into the abyss of restless nights.
Where I see my subdued thoughts,
repressed memories, and a lone self
concocting stories, weaving scenarios
and projecting it as my art while I’m being watched.
Mind is never empty
my soul isn’t at one place
Into people and places
What exactly is penned down
at the end.
Do share your experiences while you write …. ❤️