someday words flow like a river, somedays i relearn alphabets to string verses somedays i close my eyes and re-visit memories, and write involuntarily.
somedays i feel like living, somedays i feel like thriving, somedays i don’t feel the existence, i look at the mirror and wonder about, how the acne marks heal slowly, like how the remnants of people are fading with easier and steadier pace.
somedays i look above, at the kites flying, at the birds heading back to home, at the clouds in motion, at sun and moon, an eternal lovers.
somedays, i feel me, i find solace in seeking myself, in me. and sometimes, that’s the best feeling i could ever experience, finding you, finding yourself.
//the pleasure in seeking joy – in oneself//
Don’t know what to call this as but I chose to post this. Thank you so much for reading! ❤️