Seven Years , I walk down the same road , nothing has changed , same Trees , same Pavements , same houses just like Seven years before . I walk down this road everyday , I wonder what has changed from my joyful walks when I had just arrived , to this day . Seven years , nothing has changed but I have changed . I walk down this street , I see my other side reflect from something so bright , " I Love myself " Myself or others ? Always seeking attention at the wrong places , with the wrong people . I say again " I Love myself " What do I see when I look into the mirror , Can anyone look up to me Figuratively and not just Literally , " I Love myself " no I don't, I Love the idea of loving myself . I wonder what self Love looks like , I look up , the bright Sun hits the apex of my eyes and the pain is enjoyable . " Is that self-love ? " I ask myself , staying true to yourself , outshining all the stars in the Universe , shining so bright that the eye cannot withstand such beauty ! I look down , a seedling my eye reaches . " Is that self-love ? " , growing in whatever condition you are in , taking the risk of being squashed , knowing your purpose from such a young seedling ! What is Self-love ? Confidence ? Conceit ? Perfection ?
Self-Love is realising that beauty has no specific definition , beauty comes in all forms , tiny or vast . Self-Love is being yourself and not apologizing for it . I walk down this street today , different from eight years ago , because I have changed .
( Hey everyone ! Last year when I started writing this Novel , I saw my whole life in a different light and since then I have looked at life so differently . Merry Christmas my babies !)
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Angel waiting to go home .
Misteri / ThrillerAfter my best friend is molested and later commits suicide in the hands of my crush , I seek closure in the worst way possible by tagging along many worthless souls through my rollercoaster through Hell which leads to many of my mental complications.
