Dear Moavi
Dear Moavi I'm writing this to you for a sense of belongingness, for a sense of togetherness and for a sense of ownness, life isn't easy and yet it's a complete challenge to thrive in it again and again as everyday is just passing by like a fragment of sand that is just slipping again and again from my hands the more I try to hold it the more it escapes from my continuity as if it's dejecting me the waves which were the blankets of my cold winter nights are not just accepting me anymore instead it's choking me, like they have poured all there love in this force and strangling me is the only solution they have found to escape this vortex. Sometimes I feel like a bird with a huge wingspan still easiest to spread them and loving to flap them again and again, again and again unless and until the only thing that's visible to me is that never ending horizon, even the tiniest idea lits me. It's becoming very hard for me to write now, like every single word is ...