This strangeness
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| Tell me lies ❤ |
Accepting things the way they are,
The more distant I find myself from a place,
that used to comfort me , where I could hide myself.
Now that I have put myself on a pedestal,
From where I can see the naked truths, can hear the unsaid words;
My consciousness still wants to unsee this side of things
where everything has reached the state of oblivion.
Sometimes even words can't describe the hurricane
going on inside me ,
I feel helpless when good things seems fading away,
When something invisible feels drifting away from me,
The more I want to get hold of it ,
The more abruptly it let go of my hand .
There are days when I shine as bright as sun
and also those days when I find myself six feet under
Days when I want to make myself happy
and days when I search for reasons to trigger emotions out of my eyes.
I wish to unravel those mysteries hidden inside the folds of my skin
which can persuade roses to bloom again,
Butterflies to fly again
but this time both cautiously and elegantly.
I don't want to dig my wounds more
deep
deep
I seek for a warm touch of magic that can turn my wounds into scars
Scars that will become my metaphor of strength one day.
Scars which will keep reminding me why I turned around ?
I wish to gather the scattered pieces of my soul,
TO REBUILD A NEW ME !
