A small girl across the street, leaning by the window Looks at me just the way I do Does she actually exist, Or is she a fragment of my imagination, My madness, I look for my childhood in her I search for the dreams and hopes I search a fashion designer, A photographer, a painter … Continue reading
When you see nothing but darkness all around, And you reach out for help, but no one comes around. When you lose all the hope, And feel lost like never before. When you are shaken to the core, And shattered into pieces, but no one knows. When you know what is wrong with you And … Continue reading Know your worth…
What would you choose? Genuine inconsistency ? Or Fake consistency?
Sometimes all you gotta do is surrender. Not to people. But to time.
And yet after everything we've been through, we hope, maybe unconsciously, that all will get better. Why? Why even after all those trials and tribulations do we have that tiny ray of hope?