Hold my hand.
Come with me.
I’ll take your soul
out on a spree.
I don’t know you
but I feel like I do.
There is a strange connection
between me and you.
We are hurt and exhausted. We both faced a great fall in our lives. We give a lot to the ones we love, so much that we forget to love ourselves. I have learnt, though, after processing my emotions throughout the time I devoted to myself, that no matter what, I will never again forget to love myself. None’s entry or exit in and out of my life would affect me so much as to make me hollow and void of love. We will rise.
Sometimes, it’s calm—
a sight to see.
The white waves on the gushing water
makes the soul feel so serene.
It seems this road
never comes to its close.
As soon as it seems to be ending,
I witness another turn awaiting.
A new city, a new state.
Heading off to a new place.
New people, new connections,
establishing new interim relations.
And some days I fly.
My body remains grounded
though my soul raises high
up towards the sky.
This is a vacuum— this place.
Here, everything is a haze.
It slowly takes
one into the state of daze.
You are a quartz. Pure,
transparent from exterior,
while calm and composed
from the interior.
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