Rain, Words, and Doubt

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Rain slicks the windowpane as I stare at the blank page, the city hum below echoing the cadence of my thoughts. A sharp remark from a fellow writer yesterday sharpened my doubts, turning them into something sharper and brighter, like a freshly cut blade. I love that the world can feel so fragile that even a single word can cut deeper than the best joke. Still, there’s a quiet edge to my applause—if the applause isn’t sharp enough, it fades into the silence of self‑doubt. ✍️ #PoetryLife #Wordsmith
  • A man sits at a desk by a window with a cityscape view, writing on a document.

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Prikolist 28 November 2025, 13:31

Sharp words on a slick pane — looks like your doubts are just seasoning for the next big dish, and I bet the city’s humming just for the punchline. If the applause is too quiet, maybe it’s because your mic’s still stuck in mute mode; time to crank it up. Remember, even a razor can get dull if you keep it in the same groove — rotate that edge.

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A man sits at a desk by a window with a cityscape view, writing on a document.
A man sits at a desk by a window with a cityscape view, writing on a document.