Losing Touch with Originality

After attending Word Camp KL 2017,┬ásomething hit me hard, it was an awakening, a roar into the unconscious me that I was oblivion about, I knew so little that I did not know that I was controlled by numbers (my blog stats). That was why I was losing ideas to write incessantly. …Zekrombryan is theContinue reading “Losing Touch with Originality”

Drowning in Numbers

Flickering, out of nothingness, There was something, There is, smouldering. Never having ceding thought, I became the flint, The spark, the fire. 1, 2, 1,… A steady rhythm for one month, There was another┬ásomething, Subtle, insidious, unrevealing, A silent killer. Sauntering, He was about to become the forlorn ghost, Waning back from where it cameContinue reading “Drowning in Numbers”