I became mature,
though I lack maturity.
My inner self has grown up for sure
My outer self lacks surety.
I became mature,
though I lack maturity.
My inner self has grown up for sure
My outer self lacks surety.
This….. it’s a state of void. Yet another time. This void has been more honest to me than most of the humans I have met in my life. Fulfilment has been a temporary abode, void replacing it to be the permanent, proving its presence time and again.
Who is a teacher? One who teaches. Is it the one who imparts literacy or the one who educates us? The one who finds the true realms of life by making us travel in between the lines.