Boxed.

Shriveled at a corner, cocooned in a disgraceful fashion. I was drowning, losing my breath to the bottom, heaving frantically for air. But, I stopped, I lost hope to abject submission, it was helpless, it was dead. I hugged myself closer to me, holding unto the last pieces of what I could scavenge from theContinue reading “Boxed.”

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”