No second thoughts or hesitation, unless I'm totally drowned into despair and all my sense got clouded with what seems like a never ending pain. Strumming those strings like it's the end, like there'll be no more me when this moment flies away. Strumming those strings like a drowning man begging for salvation... Words remain stuck in my throat unable to be uttered, the only sounds that can be heard are the tunes coming out of those magical strings. The tunes float in the air, then retun to the strings because no matter how long they float, there is no listening ear to welcome them. Frustrated? Am I frustrated? Not when I open my hand and drop the little pick to the ground and surrender what's left of my senses to oblivion... Not when I sink deeper in despair until no breaths nor tears can save me... I am not frustrated, for frustration is a luxury that I cannot afford.
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عشوائيAn exhibition of my unknown and unrecognizable characters... A glimpse to their inner thoughts, a leap into the ocean of their emotional turbulence... You, my reader, are expected to dive deep into the core of their bare souls. Stay tuned! xoxo
