The Complicated Simple!

You feel a need to laugh, when you can't. You feel a need to express when you have to hide. You do something that makes you sad just because there is something pushing you to do it. My heart cries for something that was never mine. I feel homesick for a place I have never ever been to. I miss the laughaholic me. I miss being crazily in love with myself and with someone who would do weird things I did once.

I don’t have bones, I have curves. I don't have bruises, I have scars which I have earned and well deserved. I have a past, which has taught me a lot of things and has made me as strong. Some people love me for something and some hate for the same things. I have done well and I have made mistakes. I love curling in bed on a lazy day and not have a bath and only eat. I love working hard for getting the things I want in life. I am random and crazy and moody. 

But I am me. I don’t regret anything in my life. I don’t pretend to be someone I am not. I make no apologies for who I am. If I love you, I’ll do it with all my heart and soul into it. I won’t change the good me for anyone. I would do anything in the world for those people and will make them stay the last mile as well. 

What if you feel bad for a mistake you never made? What if someone judges you for something that you can't even think about doing? What if things get dark when you were just looking at the bright? You need answers. You need justifications. You need clarifications. But what if you are the only one left to do that?

The breathing out of a soul......

She was quiet, she was silent. She was waiting for the last stang. She was not knowing where to stop and how to stop. She wanted her heart to know that it's over or it should be over. She kept on telling herself to go on until the last ounce of her weak and fragile heart would break. It broke, it scattered and it shelled out a thousands of small pieces which she did not know she was breaking. She, again like ever, tried to put it back. She tried to see the broken pieces again even though she knew she was not going to get them. But the pieces were, being the most cruel, kept falling apart. They called to her, just to remind her of the misery and pain that they brought to her. Her soul was trying to get up from her own body leaving it dry and strewing it till the last bit. Was she going to start a new or was going to end herself, not to be alive.....ever again.....