Do you remember something that is Uncovered yet! Everything has a layer, everyone has a layer on the REAL SURFACE! People have faces over faces, emotions have feelings over them, real is yet to be touched, actual is yet to be revealed!!
To hide the stains, we paint BLACK over it, To hide the pain we keep SMILES over it!! Are the smiles being black now a days??
Sometimes letting go is not an option there, sometimes it feels easy to die than to survive, sometimes it is better not to speak a single word till the last breath, covering the pain is becoming a trend, cause it is now not possible to make someone understand what you have in your heart.
Feeling Tired, Bloated, Confused, Mad, Sad, What?? Can you feel your feelings now, or that is closer to black than a moonless night? Sometimes it is better not to calculate your wounds, cause you cannot, I guess to start calculating your breaths is still a better option, cause you listen them all, how heavy they are, how heavy to carry on, how heavy to be expressed, how heavy to be listen by someone you want…
Period is not always the ending of the sentence, sometimes it starts a new one, what has happened is not the pain, it is actually the wound, the pain you have is what you are going through to hide that wound!! Yes you are again here to hide something.
Miracles are not just your manifests that are becoming true in an unexpected way, miracles are the dreams for those who cannot even imagine the normal, cannot even imagine about dropping the weight they are still carrying in their hearts, cannot have enough courage to speak out, cause in the world full of layered faces you don’t find the one who listens, cares and acts. Yes, saying is a thing and effort is another, sorry is not sorry anymore. People are not people anymore.
In the war of getting your identity back, Yes, THE WAR, the war with yourself, you lost your identity to yourself!! I am writing the blurred story, the real one is still so horrible to portray, it will choak you all, your mind, your soul, your breath…
In a room full of sorrow, a tear comes out to water the PLANT OF HOPE.
