A place where paintings are drawn through words.
But the colours are smeared by the rain of emotions.
Where proses are made poetic.
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Choices. Wants. Needs. It all comes down to this, right? At times I feel like we are just too lost to absorb what's actually present. Just too scared to actually take the leap. And we keep trying to sew what we have, over and over again. Just keep patching up. But then again, the times we do, we end up getting hurt. Betrayed. Broken. Alone. When did you decide to let go of what made you human? When did you decide to edit your life in a way that altered the entire story, to conjure a metamorphosis that stained the patchwork? Cheesy but, what if you were this way all along? Can then, you be blamed for my ignorance? My blind infatuation?
It isn't your fault. It never was. It was my mistake in believing that a person like you could ever be the person I need.
(c) Ishita Singh 2021
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