We all have that secret side which is weak, scared, scarred, bruised and imprisoned. We all know, that no matter how hard we pretend to be normal, we are all insane in our own sweet little ways. We are all broken in our strange little ways..
We tend to be like roses, all proper and sober, whereas wildflowers are what we actually are.
We have thousand voices whispering in our heads all the time. We fail miserably and nurse our countless open wounds secretly. We might pretend to be blissful, but we are crazy in our own special ways. We are absurd, weird and ridiculous in ways beyond imagination.
But there is something so devastatingly haunting and intricately beautiful about a broken soul.
The words we blabber, the ink we bleed, the broken songs we sing and the tears we greet may be what make us broken, but they are also what make us human.
So, before you cry yourself to sleep for the fact that you are broken and weird, do realize that you are insanely beautiful in your own special ways.
Realize your gifts, dear broken souls, for even birds with broken wings never give up their greatest desire, the desire to soar high in the vast blue sky, the desire to kiss the clouds and the desire to feel it all..
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I know this is short, but after that very, very not-so-happy chapter, I thought I needed to spread a little bit of Hope.
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Ashes
RandomThis is stuff that i wrote almost 3-4 years ago, when i was not really in a very good place and when bleeding ink on papers was my only solace. I'm well aware that it is not the best writing in the world, but there is only so much a broken heart can...
