Not everything i write, is to be exposed in the light of people's eyes. Some gloom words needs the love of my shade to express themselves. When all of a sudden, i wake up amidst of the night. My fingers don't move to impress the audience outside. Some of the words needs appreciation from the audience inside. And sometimes, i do want others to read me through the open window of serene yet stormy letters. I want to get tossed away with the wind of their care, but all the words get backspace due to the lack of metaphors and dull expression. With the fear of its raw smell, my feelings get heaped up inside me.
There are emotions, people don't connect to. There are fears, people never know exist, that a person wants to reflect as mirror to avoid the marks on the soul, with a delusion that someone out there will capture the energy inside, and would dissolve it with their sparkling concern. But there are people, who still argue with the person, to avoid the spread of his negative thoughts. That its okay, if things eat you inside but you should always scribble pages with the beautiful quill of positivity. That if you are not ready to write, something good than better fake it than writing the melancholic poetries.
If you feel, all choked after writing then what's the point of writing. Judging is easy, and tolerating is tough, If you don't know what going on inside Then shut the f up.