Writer Blokes

A good book is an aspiring writers' mirage. 

I am engulfed by this thirst  for a good conversation. to listen to someone's thoughts .

A strange urge to write but the impotency that I feel  in front of a naked page is overwhelming.

Like the waves along the shore they invite me and almost tease my  intelligence. 

I cannot swim to save my life and I wonder if I can really cross the ocean of words.

A strong urge to edit sentences are being formed  like the mind building an architectural home with just a blue plan.

Sometimes, I wonder if it is the indecisiveness  or the littered perfection I encounter every walk of my life that prohibits me from taking that plunge.

You can ask existential questions only to the sky and sea because they listen and respond in the most unique way.

I do not need an answer , I just need a response or even just an echo saying that I am not alone.

My indulgence  with words has increased considerably these days due to lack of stimulating conversations coupled with an insatiable desire to share my deepest thoughts .

Do writers create this imaginary world filled with intriguing dialogues between interesting characters to make up for this void?

An idyllic state with most contemplative thoughts shared with themselves as the audience or readers.

Do they  manage to camouflage true emotions through metaphors  or do they apply a florescent paint on their  transparent emotions.

 Eccentricity of the worst kind, where the world aspires to peep into the labyrinth of the mind  but  is slapped with  the calm deluding exterior .

To write in silence is to have your thoughts screaming in your head.