Chapter 1

The Drawing Board

A piece of something...
A piece of something belonging to you...
A piece of something that makes you belong to it...
A piece of something blank...
A piece of something blank than yourself...
A piece of yourself that stays blank...

If we were to fly,wouldn't that be something totally worth a fall?
But,would flying really help us illuminating & introspecting the falls?
It would definitely make falls as natural as breathing.
And breathing as natural as the falls.
The emergence of a thought creates uncharted excitement.
And the edges glint,the curves shimmer.
Slowly,the eyes assimilate a piece of something...


Something we could call,The Drawing Board.

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