She sat by the window, gazing at the moon As if she was talking to the moon As the time passed tears rolled down her cheeks A smile appeared on her sad face She felt happy, She felt light It was as if she had a heartfelt talk with moon.
It is not necessary you have to talk to let your feelings out Sometimes the unspoken communications can help. There is a magic in that not everyone knows of.
It's not possible, is it? To. Walk. Talk. Think. Work. Act. Like someone else just because people want me to be perfect. What is perfection? A mirage. Who is perfect? No one. I am unique with my own imperfections. And imperfection- Whoa it's not Tiffany's, but I ought to carry it with utmost care. Because that's my singularity. All those times people pull me to attest my puissance because I am not ostensibly flawless like others, my mind computes thoughts like - Is it a crime or something? Then I try to back people off with my reckless words because I don't fear them but I fear my flaws. I wake up each morning to discover that they still want me CHANGED, to practically be a marionette of someone and there's not one telling me to CHEER UP cause everyday is kinda new chapter in the book of life !! And I feel life sucks, really? Not exactly cause I am carefree enough to regret being different. And by the time dawn breaks again, I am out sailing in my world, which is my own and none of others! That's life kiddo! I Am Not A Dummy After All !