Once i wrote "Man and the concept of momentariness", dint think it'll happen to me.
For today i suddenly find that i cannot any more write.
Its quite devastating really and makes me feel utterly helpless.
I try to write, i try to draw but it all halts after a certain point.
Seems like slow sweet poison that has entered my veins and paralysed my senses.
Am turning blue, i know i am.
Every time i look into the mirror i see a numb face, i see a frozen smile, i see a painted blush but no matter how much i try the numbness never leaves, the face never cries.
I don't know if i am under some spell or is it just my mind.
All i know is that i cannot write, and that makes me dead.
No comments:
Post a Comment