What a journey it has been,
A journey where a pen became my beacon of comfort
My voice when the voice couldn’t voice a voice
My tool for expression of feeling and emotions
But even such talents come with pains
Especially when it comes to writing what you probably didn’t believe in
Or when it comes to writing that which the heart could not beat out
From the “lady on the train” to the “ B in Bee”
From the “road to rediscovery” to the “man in the mirror”
I once thought the ink wouldn't finish on a good note
But in fact, I finished it a smile on my face
With a joy in my four-chambered heart
With a mind which thinks far less than usual
With a craft of more action than thinking
Happens to coincide to the point where my pen refused to work again.
One year of pen activity, over 10000 words
Some with positive vibes and others, controversially-born
Some with the intensity of suspense
Some with the force of squeezing tear glands and suck out the tears
And others, with meanings even I can not comprehend
And so , I have come to this road end
Or, could there be another bend to this?
One I am yet to see its constructive-next?
It is too early to say
This isn’t a farewell, neither is it a "see you later"
It is a product of the at-the-moment feeling
To all who has praised and inflated my zeal
Say what I can? Sorry I am?
But can I really stay away?
I have not more ink anymore, like a Shakespearean prop
Full stop, punctuated, the last ink drop.
🙈🙈🙈🙊🙊
About the Creator
Harydo Neon
I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.
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