It's okay for me to be kind to myself.
It's okay to be wrong.
It's okay to get mad.
It's okay to be flawed.
It's okay to fall in love a little bit with anyone
who shows me their soul.
It's okay to be in here in a guarded and fearful world.
It's okay, I appreciate the rawness so much.
It's okay to be happy.
It's okay to move on.
YOU ARE READING
The Garden of Words
RastgeleThis is not a story. This is a collection of feelings written during those times when I only got my frail heart and mind. And lost the colorful butterfly in my sight.
