” There is always something to be thankful for” – Unknown
Life maybe short but it’s not the length but the depth that matters so enjoy life and be thankful of everything you’re blessed with. Thank you so much Anchal for nominating me. 🎉☺️
All she saw was red,
as she fell in the dark blue sea.
They called out for her
but the sea’s calling was louder.
What have they done to me?
Her voice echoed into oblivion.
Don’t look at her.
Just ignore her.
You don’t belong in this world.
You should just go and die.
Your life is a waste of oxygen.
Your presence makes no difference.
….but it does.
Hi everyone! I would like to take this opportunity to thank everyone who have been a constant support to me. Thank you for everything. Time has flown by so fast that I got nominated for the third time for The Blogger Recognition Award by Ekta. Thank you so much Ekta for nominating me. Honestly, I feel really honored. Her blog is lovely with great content 🌸! Do check out her blog or then you will be missing out on an amazing and creative writer’s work.
How do I get these words to flow?
How do I bring these words to life?
Everything seems to be bottled up inside my head,
suffocating me by each passing moment.
It’s at the tip of my tongue,
the words you want to hear
but not the words I wish to say.
He has a young daughter,
so innocent and so naive.
Loves her endlessly,
but never does he express.
As the time passed the little girl
grew up and built up her walls.
For one event had changed
his boundless love for her.
He started questioning her,
and taunting her for her mistakes.
It broke her heart,
so she cried and cried.
The quote of the month is :
“It’s never easy and it’s never over and it will be a fight renewed each morning. But it’s possible.”
Little ballerina girl,
you are a toy.
You have to move,
the way he tells you to.
You have to smile,
even when you are in pain.
You have to perform,
it is your job.
You have to obey him,
without a sob.
Little ballerina girl,
you are a toy.
I live in a perfect little cage,
a beautiful place I call home.
It never grows old with age
a beautiful place I call home.
It’s majestic in appearance,
but looks can be deceptive.
I’m locked in this cage,
a beautiful place I call home.
I feel suffocated between these walls
I feel trapped by my thoughts
I wish I could fall
To get rid of these thoughts.
My sorrow has no end,
and my joy has no beginning.
This perfect little cage,
might be the end of my age. Continue reading
The quote of the month is :
” Not all who wander are lost but some are. And some who do not wander are lost too. And that’s all okay.” Continue reading
My thoughts, my words and the story of my life.
Navigating the world with a fear of fear.
Rambling ruminations from an addled mind.
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