iykyk....for the first time based on true event

I had a sort of flow of thoughts when I could not sleep. Maybe soothing enough to put you to sleep or interesting enough for you to get. Both ways a poem that I think mocks night for its existence while I note her beauty and complex nature. For all the sleepless nights and humans. Deeply apologizing for the low sound..it was meant to be heard in a call mode

Everyone has that one flower that they insanely love this one is mine.

Yes, letting go is hard and not really encouraged but what is a person supposed to do when staying with them can be harmful for both?.....Do we still hold on and let destruction dance to the melody or let go and be....Known Strangers.

For him I wait, I try to keep my peace. I forgot to tell him that though. So now I sit here regretting and spreading my story.....not perfect not a fairytale but a story graceful enough to be seen.

We have a fixed amount of space in our mind for everything we'd like to keep and the one who guards it is pretty vicious. It likes to prison it in and keep the strong things. He kills a bee and let's the snake rule. According to me he's just misunderstood, he doesn't have anybody to speak so he plays games until you decide for him to be free.

Credits for the poster are shared with a dear friend of mine Eshwari.

When asked a reason I generally say I'm an introvert but my world turns me into a queen with duties undeniable. People killed in a blink of eye and children lost in the territory. So my alone is me planning, it is me being in charge of things I never asked. I do enjoy the power though....With great power comes responsibility,