The Art of unpredictable writer
I fall asleep in my sofa while sipping the coffee and jaming on the songs I try hard to beat the games on my phone To heard, to see, to be able to be free I write hundred of times but can't accept a line ... There are only few words in my dictionary... but that's not who I wanna be I can predict my own writing just not in a way it's shining Maybe it's just the most of the mind or Maybe I m just blind Or it could be my own fault to think I can write without a joke Because that's what it is ? A non sense poem without any hook or simile Just a plain road like a metaphor There is no sense in my writing just like my life So maybe I should just rub off this page ... and start with new light ? ~ Sara D. Aars