It’s been long I wrote something short, but here comes an issue I have to report. I think they have a personal vendetta against me, and by they I mean the gods.
I’ve been off the book for quite some time now, they had hid it quite well, my pen had stopped to write, her pipe looked empty, an abrupt halt to her ink flow, the gods claim her lifespan hits end, but I know better and I think this won’t end well.
The world is on the fleek, words I hear now are bitter, I can taste them through my headset, the words I read are now peppery, they seethe pains in my eyes. This Sun is cold, harsh breeze nowadays, the rain drops cling to my skin, last night my alarm for reasons best known to it failed to ring. I think of myself a pen knight as I scribe this morn night, I’m still to really think, I just write, I know the gods think I’m wrong but verily they aren’t right so all I really have left is wrong and as I write this, iteratively it rings in my head, the world is gone…
Do you think I am mad?, better not for your sake believe and pray I’m not, otherwise how do your sane self read to this point and intend to do so till the end, do you revel in madness???
I deemed this a revelation, cos I wrote each word as it comes with no second thought to one, we all drifting towards the unknown, the gods are beginning to feel insecure, think ye me write or not?
Cirphrank, an African writer rant not schizophrenia
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