Raw Emotion..
I’m writing, but have no idea what topic I’m focusing on. I’m writing, but no idea which theme I’m covering. No idea what my niche is. There are so many questions in my mind that have no answer, or maybe I’m unable to find it, or not good enough to understand myself. Still, I feel proud sometimes without any reason, or sometimes on my small wins. My heart captures all my emotions, like that’s the only place where I can feel ease. I just put all my burden — everything is hidden inside me, still I feel like sharing with someone. Though I’m writing, I still feel like I’m hiding something in a corner of my heart. Emotions overflow, but the words come out loud, very carefully. Help overflows, but the nature keeps begging me to slow down. Sometimes words feel more precious than the emotions and bind me in the shackles.
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