I often get confused in writing the coordinative stuff while presenting something. All my thoughts muffled up in the corner of a mushroom stuffed inside and waiting for it to grow to a huge scale. But eventually I realise that a Mushroom is not praised for its taste not for its beauty but just for the protein values it has. Some people consider the Mushroom toxic, some consider it fungus, but only a few eat them based on the way they are nurtured.

The similar pattern struggles and entangles me to write this. The way my thoughts are nurtured and grown depends on what I feed my brain and how I cultivate it. The way I grow my ideas is how the world takes it. Unfortunately to a larger group of audience my expressive freedom appears as a toxic trait and some consider it as Elixir and a few as Poison. For me, those are just writing that represent my vocal thoughts deeply staunched in my brain waiting to burst out to express their relief and emotions to the world!

I just simply consider myself an author who is emotionally and mentally unstable and correcting his course to match the wide tides of the ushering winds which guide their direction to a lost traveller. - Myti
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