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Mark Me

Here’s one of my submissions to the Arts Unleased Magazine at my school:

Do you know how difficult it is to do this? To shatter the fortress that blocks myself and thus arise a single word to say? How can I be one to create the words that will be printed this day? I am tasked with so much and yet so little. Surely I cannot bear the enormity of weight I have created myself, or dost thou create the weight in order for one to bear it? An atlas upon my shoulders and hands, it feels so. But, nonetheless, tis just my perspective on the world. An orb of hues full of billions upon millions of spirit and yet of woe. Deeds, good deeds in probability shall be left behind by I. Or will this be the reason I am left behind? I have not the confidence in thyself to bestow that much faith in work, in my work, for myself to be remembered. Will I be remembered? Rather unlikely seeing that we pass on through life in a wink of an eye.

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