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I highly doubt that scanty words will do any justice to my feelings. Scanty words, paragraphs scattered tangled up onto a string of unsung emotions, piled up within the circumference of my capability to voice out my shy thoughts, keeping up with the ongoing changes replaying itself over again, relying on no one. Trying my utmost toughest self to relieve everyday like a whole new blank piece of paper, leaning against the showering soft rays of the sun.
I feel both young and old. Young, because I know I still have a longer road ahead of me. Old, because of all the roads I’ve conquered, the countless slips and falls. Bleed, I was often. Bleed, was inevitable. Bleed, taught me to break out from boxes with limited space, suffocating my dreams. Bleed, got me to where I am now. Bleed, is necessary.
Everyday now, living each moment, breathing the daily stench of envy and jealousy from society, swimming with the outnumbered packages of challenges delivered right to our doorstep and knowing that we will always suffice, and thrive for the greater goodness in life.
We’ll make it.
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