June 16, 2016

Time to come home

I am so many There is the me that I was born with A rendition of existence’s perfection That was, and didn’t want to become. My quintessential self. Soon enough it gave birth to Many more of it. The self that was never good enough, However hard it tried. The self that squeezed its heart inside, At the pettiest of things. And the self that berated it for doing such. The self that grew like a bamboo when left unchecked And built equally big castle walls on its outside That self that was all it could see Which when shattered, […]