Heal with Words

H a ve gone through many phases, where one’s felt lonely, one's found unwanted, where one’s realized unworthy. This happens because of smashing the string which one’s used to sharing.

W hen we were in love, we fell apart. We appeared and then vanished at random intervals. It’s been a couple of months since we apart Why, therefore, did the "Couple of Strings" never break up? The aroma in the presence, the crowd's quiet, The crowd in the silence, have been the same? I'm stuck on the axis, circling in the same phase again and over. Even in the midst of trauma, the beauty in your eyes defines the love they have for me. But, Why am I not bursting the insecurities' womb? Just give me these answers, then maybe I can take the breath of guilt, regret, or whatever it is….

T rust is something we make a foundation of building a network of our personality as well as our stand out in front of others. It defines where we are lagging or where we are putting some extra effort.