I Write

I write, with my fingers o so tightly clasping on to the pen and my eyes o so densely glued to those lines, I write. This apprehension i have is none like the others, so unalloyed , so extricating and so in my power. This faculty i have, these skills with which i jolt down my ideas , levitate me to a new dimension. Away from the mask of myself, which i have worn for so long..........
Pphhsssssssss.........
So unlike me, this mask, still clinging to me manifesting me a world of lies. Only this can take me away, abroad from just me to being myself.......
I write..........