My ever changing moods sometimes annoy me so much that I wanna scream onto pillow and bitch about myself to people. Howmuchever I preach and practise self love, listen to "Who Says" and "Let it Go", some days are just hard. Some parts of me are still unchanged, some lessons are yet not unlearnt. I deeply despise those parts.
But then love heals. Love tells me how I am still a work in progress and that is fine. Love tells me it is okay. Love understands. And Love is always there. Even in my worst faces(and phases).
He see me fall and still might not pick me up. He patiently waits for me to get up. Occasionally might give a hand. He dusts off my bruises and let me tend to them. Because he knows, a person like me doesn't need help, but just belief. Belief in me. And in the things I can do. Belief in the fire inside me.
Like I told you, Love heals. In the worst of worst days.
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Thoughts of a Young Lady
RandomPhilosophical and poetic thoughts of a young lady on a fine evening or a late night or a scorching afternoon
