I write.

Originally posted on The Caravan:
I face this sheet again, after tussling with thoughts for endless times, here I am. Thoughts didn’t disappear, only my writing did. Caught up somewhere between my ways and yours, trivial. Why do I even write this, camouflaging it just enough, nothing to decipher, nothing to not understand, easy. Splitting…

5th October; Salvador

My sight cannot find humans on the mountain, there are other creatures with amazing natural composition. All of them have radiations, almost complementary to the temperature of the altitude. This is supposed to be a glitch. I think I found what is known to be the Maltese Tiger. It is wondrous to find this creature…