And with time, summer comes again.
The blazing sun,cicadas chirping out loud and muddled, and my sweaty body as I lay down on the wooden plank with my tang and boxers on.
The noises are a pain to my ears I must admit, but that's what markes the arrival of the summer I suppose.
A month's over and i still am not able to complete the story I've been working on, and oh! about the story....let me tell you what I mean,
I'm a writer who writes stuffs for fun....it's my job actually,but the thing is... writing doesn't come to me that easily so I take time to complete my awful writing step by step and currently I'm given a task to write a story but the genre is unknown so It's taking longer than usual.
I came to my granny's to clear up my mind, you know the bustling city,the smoke and everything, I needed peace so I headed here. but the pleasant atmosphere in here seems to be all over my head as I don't see any point in coming here for my work. Sigh....I'm pathetic aren't I?