second de-th
Second death It was 2am when I decided I need to let myself sleep after a long day of tomfoolery and screentime. But just then, a melody starts playing in my mind, I was writing, well, trying to write something the other night, but it didn’t feel natural like it used to; I forced myself to rhyme, it was like 2021 all over again, That frustration was let loose and words played at the back of my head. I headed for the pen and the diary beside me, Opened a page to the end of the book so I don’t write on my already vomited ink, this is what I wrote in the span of 36 minutes of writing in the dark, eyes closed, humming a forgotten song Metaphors to carry the meaning, Simile to mirror it Reflect my experiences, Show and not tell. Life isn’t a movie, it’s not scripted, Every action has a consequence. May god be without you, what is a god without a witness? Is there a being watching me, Does free will exist? ...