Awfully true statement. A wake up call to rearrange my prejudice and update my fairytale.
A fairytale in where I believed that the clouds do come in with silver lining and there was a subtext in between lines, and where chocolate is good for you. But now, I am finding that only in the books is true magic left. A ticket to escape. A flight from tomorrow.
Where the universe is indifferent, my karma has no meaning. In what shall I believe?
I want to believe so that I could do. Oh, water me so I don’t die! Bade me in affection. So I can let myself trust that there is a Sun, a tomorrow and a love.
I want to claim my humanity so I don’t become a statistic. I want to love right now. Loneliness.
I’m in an emotional straight jacket. Collect me and carry me to bed. And don’t worry, my mind has fucked me over more times than any men should ever know. Now, step away from me, I need shine.
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