OFF_TRACK

I scream in poetries, laugh in sonnets, cry in acrostics, love in odes. Wait what????? This is my laptop I am writing on, not the notepad, because I know if I were writing on a notepad, I would have torn a lot of pages. I tried writing for myself after some months, and the more I pressed the keys to write, double that I pressed the backspace to delete.  Why I am writing today, and exactly what do I want to write? I neither have any questions nor answers. I am just spilling out... Spilling out some things that I want to say loud but can't do. I am living a life rather, I am breathing the breaths.  For the past some time, I am trying to communicate with some people but forgot when did I communicate with myself. When did I express myself to myself?  Sometimes when I go back to the pages I wrote, I realize what not have changed about myself.  I think it's human nature to change their surroundings when they don't feel good.  Sometimes we prefer changing the room - se...