If only I had any idea where I am heading. The universe seems to give a sign, they say. Some believe it isn't the words they spit but the work you do. Often listening to the society-based norms, you forget how individuality is a thing.
Someone wise and lovely told me today the truth I have been avoiding for years. Escape, we all have our ways to escape reality. Runaway for some time and relax in our own way...
My escape is writing, writing to put my heart open for everyone to know things that are not said aloud.
Here, I have something which crossed my mind right now...
With words so deep
heart still weep
sorrow is what they feel
with no intention and yet zeal
For all, I have ever known
rain tells you a story- some happy and other merry
One who shut themselevs out
Want to know who can bring them around and about
It is beautiful,
holding on to life will bring you joy
If I must say
lovely in its own way
like thunder casts a spell
barks break in million pieces
just like the heart did
flowers bloom like beauty in the mud
nectar sweet enough to attract the butterflies
when the rose dies
petals fall and everyone cries
all we have is sadness...
tears and cries, slow and heavy
breathing seems to naturally get at peace
Life is a gift
holding everything in it
like tears, love, smiles, betrayal
set yourself free
go away from the burden that does not heal
time is precious
it is all you need to know