What weather is it? When the grass is monochrome brown and the skies are poly-chrome purple, when swings squeaking in the wind are empty and loud. Has everyone left, and everything gone? Why am i soaked, when there's no rain? What weather is it?
I used to carry my flaws on my shoulders, heavy and hefty with my strained back and bent knees. I tripped sometimes, on the thorny ground pricked my body, my soul I used to ******* flaws on my tongue and spilled them on my lips. Sip after sip I craved for death. I choked on how foul they were. I used to conceal my flaws behind a million masks for they were **** and horrific. I hid them beneath my skin letting insanity creep along. I with all my flaws stood alone in dark. There, I knew were fingers which victimized them for all the vile around- Victimized my flaws for all the vile around? Oh, came the decisive moment; I wore off all the masks and put on my flaws with pride. I nourished them well and carried around. I gulped them down every day. Now that I will trip, my flaws will help me up. Now that I am bruised, my flaws will help me heal. Now that I am alone my flaws will accompany me to eternity.
If i with my strength, my valour, my quiet, my flaws and my imperfections do not look beautiful to you, will i with my well streaked eyeliner, rose lips and silk hair? No, my dear! That is anything but Beauty.
When you thought it was roaring to scare and to swallow you, the ocean was addressing you with love. With its arms wide open It drew you closer, to liberate your filthy sorrows, to set your soul free from the weights of regret and drown to death your old mad misery.
My heart is full of you. Shall i keep you there- closer, warmer? Or Shall i let you fly to the farthest star? Remember, I intend not to suffocate you, Neither would i limit your world. We are meant to thrive together, forever.
Do you sit in the corner, and gaze around in greyness? Does this universe too smother your breaths? Does pain palpate your wounds? Do you yell over your own wrecks? Are you as empty as I am? Dear life, are you too lifeless?
I render a wounded apology for I've caused the hurt, for I've ruined the peace you were looking for. Forgive me for i am too nascent in the handling of love. And tell me how a person used to so much loathe adapts to the selfless love? Because i too would someday learn the art of holding you dear. Don't leave, Stay near.