Lately I've been feeling like a white piece of paper. Like a bathroom wall yellowed from age. Like the hair on a brush or shaving stick. Like the remaining dirt that wouldn't get inside the dustpan. Like a tooth pick lost in the hole of a tooth. Like the mud on the edge of a slipper. Like the oil left in an empty bottle of oil. Like the last part of an almost burnt rice. Like the headache after an unsuccessful nap. I've been feeling perhaps and i can't tell why.... Hmmmm, maybe because I haven't read any satisfying novel... Dear reader recommend something...cause I'm slowly fading away...
© Faith Daniel