Asra Hakak

Thoughts are rare to come and pressures of life make less what one knows but notes help to remember and reflect.I write down my thoughts, thoughts that have no name given,I write down dreams and nightmares, that I saw with open eyes .I write what I feel .Yet the future is going to decide their intensity and whether they were true or fake.I am a reader I am a writer .People assume, I do these things to escape . You couldn't be more right . I am escaping a world I don't like . A world I have no control in . In this world I am nothing . I am just a color,a height, a weight, a number.But I have made up my own world with this writting stuff .Worlds are endless, this one is mine,For me, life is manageable in this one .I read what I write, many times over, and every time I read it I love it more and each time a sensation is reborn . As,when I first wrote them .Let the world not read them, let it mean nothing to them, but to me, they give their due and make my life accountable.