• favour_aigbona 6w


    I flipped the book open
    I blinked my eyes again and again
    It was funny how the words were stuck
    I dropped my pen because I was tired

    I stood up and turned to leave the desk
    But sometimes, writing is such a pest
    It was like a magnet attracting my fingers to the book
    I sat down forcefully and stared into the empty lines

    I felt the pen calling my name
    But this time ,it was stuck to my palm
    I breathed in and out
    At first,i spoke the words with my mouth
    And alas! I started writing...