When people ask you to talk about life, tell me what comes to your mind.
Is it about happiness?
Is it about success stories?
Maybe it is about a little of everything. I'm not sure, it could be anything.
But I'm sure you thought about the pain and struggle there. And that thought hits you hard enough to feel the ache in your bones. Discomfort spreads in the air you breathe. Yet, you tell them life is beautiful.
You and I, we all want to put an end to the darkness. And we know light never falls down to one's feet the easy way, not if you keep chasing the doom.
You and I, we all have witnessed the deeds of foolish heart, death of papery dreams and promises that were wronged time and again.
On those cold nights you know exactly how the ticking of clock suddenly becomes the noise. Every single time your heart beats, you feel a nerve cracking. On such nights you feel your soul is being shredded in a thousand fragments.
But you and I, we all make it to the morning every damn time. We collect those broken pieces and when they come together, they shine. Doesn't matter if they are little less shiny and frail. This is what makes us strong. And this exact softness lets our heart bloom on the days when the sun refuses to shine.
You and I, we all know how to save ourselves. Because there's a thing about life, we cannot escape ourselves, nor can we jump out of our own skins, can we?