Anannya Anupurva

The brightest smile, hide the deepest grief.

When i got hopeless it helped me hold on, and repeat that I just need to try a little bit, a little harder, or just show up and be there and let life take over when I couldn’t.

The moon is beautiful, isnt it?

It pained because it mattered,
          That doesn’t mean it was right!

She asked
          "Why do you write?"
          
          I replied
          "To help the screams of the heart,reach the ears of an ignorant,
          To help a wanderer find its way back home,
          To help me find peace and grow"