Day 18- (22nd April)
Put on some of your favourite music, and write whatever comes out,
within the timeframe of half an hour. Don't think, just write.
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Slowly walking on the
deadliest path,
unknown to her own path,
she is just walking.
where is she walking?
don't know! No answer
is there, to be honest.
as it's a never ending path,
she keeps walking: over the edge,
again & again.
sometimes everything is
seeming surreal,
without the devour of this
undying curiosity,
which leds her to the
oblivious path,
where is no person,
no existence.
over the thousands of gathering,
she kept wondering,
what could be the reason,
the death is so high?
is this because it holds
power to grasp someone
even in the dark?
the reason can be anything,
but her pathetic
destination is everything.
still so blurry, still some fading,
but she's just watching
over the sun & moon.
unraveling the ultimate mystery,
she wants to be in that tragedy,
where the darkest
mind will be echoed,
with the glorious mysteries
by unfolding the layers: one by one.
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And the music is Else paris.
YOU ARE READING
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