Did you know how scared I was? Scared that I’d show too much of myself. False connections have lead me to the middle of nowhere. Lost in the beginning, I smiled and laughed off the bitterness. Truth from the fake, everyone chose to eat the cake. I demanded to be understood, thinking, “If I died maybe they would understand me”. All the wrong thoughts. But I had to understand this – life goes on and so do I too. Even if I gave up halfway or made it, everybody would still believe what they believed. At the end of the day, I have to believe in myself. No matter how cold the world gets, my fragile hand will never freeze up as I pen down words, emptying these mental vaults. I don’t have to look far to ‘find’ my ‘lost’ self. I am not Nemo. I believe everyone has their own timing, so i’ll just go where my heart takes me.
It’s okay. I’ll be OK.