It’s a Lake

Writing is like a river, but to me, it’s a lake. I know its borders, still has its kind of taste!

Sometimes you like to feel the eloquence! And need to shut up all the noise around, go away from even your thoughts traffic and sit inside your definite bubble. And even if you’re describing your struggle: in a few lines, you capture it all, no, they won’t make it seem small, instead, it captures the heart more!

But, yeah, sometimes I’m prisoned, sometimes I can’t add; the flow is paused. Though I have a lot!

And no one consoles me except them, like stars glow; when certain words show up and scatter on my space, the picture they draw nothing else can express what’s scattered in my soul! And even if with no goal I start my piece, later on, it appears and peace is called upon.