I have read and read about insecurities so much that my own doesn't seem to be that of a big deal. I have known that just like storms have known the art of weathering, we have known the art of coping up. We swirl around the possibilities of a better face, a fitter body, and have also lived in guilt of not having that.
But sometimes, when things become bleak, isn't it unsettling how we object the likes of looking at our own face?
The Turbulent Waters • i n s e c u r i t i e s
The sky was on the verge of tears again.
When it heavily rained.
And i don’t know where i am going
Nor does this rain.
What’s & if’s
You & l’s
And these games
The wind murmuring
Clock ticking slowly
Sky is clear, but mind clouded
My soul yearning for peace
The way earth yearned for rain.
Wondering how the stars can shine so bright while burning inside.
The rain has slowed into drizzle again.
This spring ready to escape
With those summer memories revolving
I wish seasons never changed