They are taking my things away. My portrait on the wall, the bed. The books that I have collected over the years - Thousand splendid suns, Kite runner, Five point someone...
I stop them. But I don't hear myself. I try to push words out of my throat - I feel choked. Choked for words.
They just wouldn't listen. I've given up. I sit on the floor cross-legged. It's all gone...
I stop them. But I don't hear myself. I try to push words out of my throat - I feel choked. Choked for words.
They just wouldn't listen. I've given up. I sit on the floor cross-legged. It's all gone...
if you yourself feel choked, no one can help you out!!!
ReplyDeleteu got to come out of it with all your force.......