
I'm imagining myself to be a tree.
Unmoving, unmotivated tree.
But I live only in the nights,
taking oxygen and giving off carbon dioxide.
Am I living for the sake of living?
Am I achieving the things I wanted to, was supposed to?
I guess I am a tree!
Unmotivated wannabe tree.
About the Creator
Nafisa Ashraf
The first story I wrote at the age of seven was pasted on our storage room door. I've written short stories, and poems but never published any except a few on my blog. So I'm starting my publishing journey here.


Comments (1)
I like the imagery your created, it flows throughout the entire piece.