Early Scribble

Hello empty space It's time to chase my old phase Muted by the happiness, sealed behind its shadow My mind overcome my hand, speechless within row to row The view of dismantled smoke The sound of soul's strokes Caressing my very morning Tempting every silence which almost abating Chewing inspiration which almost dried Try to find my old stride Jelous to see the rich mind But crawl from the bottom, I take my own sign Now say hello to the new lines The alter bridge of my confines Today still I write in dimly lit But this time I choose for not hiding it