Argh! My mind and this place are twinning. Both- deserted and abandoned; reminding me all that I wish to neglect.
This harsh reality transformed me into a drunken poet whose words bleed claret red.
I just hope that you refill the blankspace.
Okay, atleast we are under the same sky.
This post is in response to Deb Whittam’s 50 Word Thursday .
Thank you so much for reading!🙂