Chapter 5: Outlets to live

Everything I left unsaid | Poetry |Words: 399

And my greatest nightmare is the day when I will stop writing.

Feeling is a certain thing

But there may come a day when I might go completely numb?

And my mind all dumb?

I just wish I keep playing with words forever

For they make me as alive as I was in my childhood.

And at times you are just everything but yourself.

And it doesn't matter if you are a whole universe unless it includes your river!