Heal with Words

P erching on the couch makes me wonder if I'm a princess or a daddy's girl. Or perhaps both? I'm not going to separate the words. Because each word has its own set of emotions and powers. And I believe we should not be allowed to void or violate anyone's authority. Right? Let's not talk about it right now!

R egrets and addiction are intertwined in so many ways. We are sorry because we thought we could do better, and we have grown addicted because we believe this is who we are.

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….