Dear Amna [Untold Words and Some Burning Thoughts]

Introduction: A Pathway To My Head

This is not a story. Not a narration of anyone’s life. Not a picture of what they went through. Not a portrait of who they are. But some lonely words who believe they were betrayed by the ones that made them come to life. Not me, but the ones that caused me to be here typing this awful introduction. They were loved ones, close ones, beautiful ones, but became the cold ones, the distant ones, the hideous ones.

This is not even close to a story. Nor some healthy feelings trapped inside a page. It’s all the opposite to that.

This is a girl who wants to feel a little lighter by letting some words escape from her poisoned system. She will let her blood drip down the pages until the words have painted the white with sincerity in hopes to become as free as she once was.

 This is not a story. But sometimes I wish it was. 

[Book cover credits belong only and exclusively to @ineffablesoul, aka summer, for creating such a rad masterpiece.]