I grabbed a black pen and a thin book right now. I was thinking of writing something worthy; an interesting poem that can attract the people around. I opened the notebook and placed the tip of the pen point on the first line. I thought and thought. The time was running faster than I expected. … Continue reading Nothing In My Brain At The Moment
Who writes here is probably not a writer but a man who tries to express his feelings and experience just like every writer does; the world is better when you express what you feel.
