10/05/2022
While writing, my Inspiration comes from my Environment, Things happening around me, people's experience and my own personal experience.
I don't think I write under the Influence of personal knowledge rather with Observations, experiences and Inspiration.
I write with Discovery. I write with my head frowned at some undoable.
I got bounced with the heaviness in my heart trilling into anguish, Penetrating the oil in my head and the ink in my pen.
But without all this I can't write. Writing for me is what I do to get relieved when there is this burden of Bundle of Inspirations.
I write in sympathy and pity of the unrestless souls around me. The sounds of silence oh I know doesn't exist. I wouldn't also want to write in exaggeration.
When this strange wisdom Comes, I begin to feel like a drunkard, I will find myself writing even while my eyes are closed.
It is rare but still not because it is just complicating... When my Pen Begin to shiver, the atmospheric pressure of my book will automatically become Too cold with a lightening filled round the connection between the pen and the book while I wait to be moved.
