I am emotionally broken
And emotionally put together.

Physically broken and,
Physically put together

I am full of rain and cloud, storming through me, creating a storm that ends only on the sunny days that the flowers grow and I am a garden, waiting for more growth.

I am emotionally broken through the words that have pierced through my mind.
I am emotionally put together by the hands catching me at the bottom of an endless pit.
I am physically broken through the hits I've felt from strangers.
And physically put together by my own words that I've repeated over and over,
Having no other choice but to listen to myself.

Dear reader,
I am not informed of who you are, but I am writing you this with words from my heart.
   I once was alone and I had no one on my side; I had no one to turn to. So I turned on myself. Moon after sun, sun after moon, I wept near my window sill, unaware of the warmth beneath my sheet. Just as flowers blossom during the spring, my soul wilted through all. I had imprisoned my own self within my pain and words of neglect.
   However, just as I am writing this letter to you, someone sent me one too. And they made me realize that the sun, the moon and the flowers, they all had such beauty yet because I was closed in with sorrow, I never realized them. I didn't open my eyes to beauty provided regardless.
   Now, I tell you stranger; don't close your eyes to beauty that colours your soul. Let your mouth take in the air, let it burn your lungs. Feel your cheeks warm to the sun, and your feet glowing from the moon.
   For you are a work of beauty


          - Anonymous

The word alone broken down
Would be
A
Lone.

Someone figuring out the world on their
Own.

This may seem unappealing to some, but
Craving to others.

The state of being alone, it is nothing bad

You just need time to figure out
The map, on where to go next,

But remember this,

Your journey never finishes.

i sit here, writing this with love,

for i know, they're watching me from above.

i am here to announce the day of the red,

flowers upon flowers strewn on thy bed.


only i wonder, is it fair,

to be alone on such a day

of despair?

oh no, i mean no harm!

i understand you're in love,

it's just,

i fell under no charm.

i guess it takes some time for others,

to find the one, and become 'each others'.

but here, i sit, alone

writing this,

with nothing but my own.

there is a study,
for the way we interact,
the way we behave

and the way we speak.

however,
no one will understand
how I interact,

for I am just here.

I simply exist,
I follow prerequisites.

I am under the law.

Product of society.

i se(e) everythi-ng in an odd way

i s(e)e every(thin)g flipped ar(ou)nd

am i to s(ay) i am l(ost)?

or am i on(ly) discover(ing) who i really fo(un)d?

As I awake from my slumber

My eyes, filled with tears,

I realize, I haven't slept, yet I've dreamt.

Dreamt of a land, which let's me escape,

Brings me hope, from the wrath of today.

I want to escape, get out of today,

I want to be happy,

I want to be free.