Humour seems interesting to me. The people who practice it, how they find the will to laugh and make others laugh in tough and trying situations.
Dare not raise your hand
or your voice on anyone else
just to prove that
you are the strongest.
It aches to stay away from you. You are still a thought, but now with an essence. It aches to think that I will not think of you. It aches to wipe off all the possibilities from my mind— the fights, the resolutions, all the hugs and warmth—everything. It aches to believe that you will always remain just a thought.
I am an empathetic person and it’s not a good thing. Empathy is the worst quality ever.
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.