I struggled to shut my eyelids. My eyes were anguished, and the veins had reddened the white glow that existed. There was no scope for even the slightest blink. Finally after forced restraint, I was able to master my straying emotions. But wait, what was that? I felt, my cheeks moistened, and a sharp sting in my chest. A tear rolled down across my cheek, despite, the enlarged motionless eyelids . A faint realisation swept across my entire being, and then it grew obtrusive. The realisation filled me with failure. Failure to tame the reins of my emotions. Yet again.
Writing is a phenomenal medium of expression and impression. It's my way of penning down life in bits and pieces. Also for me it's a way of emoting my heartfelt sentiments. I hope to evoke the most honest thoughts that run in my head .