Desperate Writer
Bio
I am nothing more than a cyclone of words, with gushing feelings, and provocative thoughts that either help me wake up or push me to sleep for countless hours.. Explore me through my words, and help me know who I am..
Stories (2/0)
The modern mystic
As my name indicates, I am a dead soul striving for a shadow, where I can rest my tired soul... Days have passed dry as lifeless, and there was me, waking up every morning struggling... either to live or to give up on the pain that I have been taking on for the past three years. (the passage of past 3 years is yet to be written).
By Desperate Writerabout a year ago in Futurism
A short-lived romance
On this sad day, when nothing excites me, and I am moved by the idea of writing my feelings off. I can sense my heart aching, my eyes tired with tears, my brain drained with thoughts, my home silent with the sound of the keyboard adding life to my lifeless survival. Yet, I can hear children playing outside, people dealing with their businesses, their talks, and nothing satisfies me. My head hurts, and all I need is someone who can read me oceans apart so that my story doesn’t die in the arms of countless excuses, the fear of patriarchy and my feelings to stay alive for my beloved even when we have now turned to strangers. I don’t seek sympathy, but ears to know how Lord, like wanton boys, has played with another soul, who was not easy to defeat, who never gave up who thought she could be more strenuous than the upcoming fate...
By Desperate Writerabout a year ago in Confessions
