Three deep breaths, few simple stretches and a half frustrated brain. A pen in my hand and a blank paper on my table. Lots of wandering thoughts and the tick tock of the clock, so much I have but from where to start?

So, let’s do it again, but this time just the pen and not the pain.

I begin with myself, self which needs to be mine, but why so confusing, you must be thinking this girl is in some musings! But wait a minute and think how intrestingly every journey begins, so I start this once again and let the paper soak my emotions again!

So what would you love the most a poem or a simple prose? I prefer the poems the ones with healing verse, I do try to keep it near but sometimes it goes to abyss where I can feel it but I can’t find it. Does it happen with you too? Or I’m the only one with some strange hues.

I’ll be there with you sometimes to share my thoughts, till then goodbye!

Peace
Faith
Patience

Regards
Arsh_haya
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