on the canvas, the brush took cascading waves in shades of bleak and sorrow the colors moved unsteadily grieving for pulses of false hope Does your pity not suffice my greed? one stroke to nothingness two strokes to the void and the third stroke was the cruelest of them all out of all…

Just like Taylor Swift’s ‘Anti-Hero’ lyrics say, “It’s me. Hi. I’m the problem. It’s me” — I started ‘writing’ in high school from random poems to cringey fanfictions. I don’t think I’ve ever felt confident about my writing. Must it be the fear of judgment? Or is it because I haven’t really written a 300+ page novel to even begin with? …