Self Love

I choose the road behind the tree. The tree that holds your glimpse. I choose walking alone by the shore of the sea that doesn’t explain much about it’s existence...you know the quiet and calm one. I choose to be the girl without her vision who feels everything with her insight. I would never want to see that side of yours which speaks about the end of the world and darkness. I want to feel the chills of winter wind passing through every pore of my skin. I want to concede the beauty of the cosmos. Your company is intoxicating my soul. My trust has been grasped by you and now it’s lost in the way of constellation trying to figure out the path towards my heart. And now, I choose my company. Because each time I look at the sky studded with stars I realize the existence of the greater me only.

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