Looking around her; she saw everyone chasing their dreams and some people getting more than they deserved.
Just migrated from a calm city to a big city filled with noise. With a blurred vision and fake face she stumbled everyday and trudged along new roads.
She is unlike these big city people who can't share and who can't love. She is still pure at heart.. Very pure. She is surprised how some lives are just plain illusions and nothing concrete. They are possessive of people ; of things; of everything . They want to feel loved - all of them but they don't want to put all of themselves in relationships.
She is not possessive about anything ; maybe because she doesn't feel belongingness anywhere. When she see people crying over their lives; she can't help but smile to herself- do they know how it feels to live in a bitchy city on your own? To just live and still feel dead? To wear happy masks everyday so that people don't see the sadness in your soul? To not know where home is? To not have a single
place where you are welcomed? No; they don't know. No one knows how lucky they are until it's gone.
Back in her hometown she could feel the magic in herself; magic to change herself and the world. Here; she is just wandering. Its been 3 months she is living her dream but she is not really living anymore. Everyday you could spot her walking over to places unknown.
The feeling of being ordinary when u know you are not is not very good; its heartbreaking. She could give away everything because she knows people and things are not owned - thanks to her upbringing. She has only one thing with her - her words. Words that speak her ; words that define who she is. Between some heartbreaks the writing did get better. She feels drained of everything. How hard it is to keep calm when you feel the magic fading away! That feeling when you are just about to fly and you feel your wings slightly burned.
Just migrated from a calm city to a big city filled with noise. With a blurred vision and fake face she stumbled everyday and trudged along new roads.
She is unlike these big city people who can't share and who can't love. She is still pure at heart.. Very pure. She is surprised how some lives are just plain illusions and nothing concrete. They are possessive of people ; of things; of everything . They want to feel loved - all of them but they don't want to put all of themselves in relationships.
She is not possessive about anything ; maybe because she doesn't feel belongingness anywhere. When she see people crying over their lives; she can't help but smile to herself- do they know how it feels to live in a bitchy city on your own? To just live and still feel dead? To wear happy masks everyday so that people don't see the sadness in your soul? To not know where home is? To not have a single
place where you are welcomed? No; they don't know. No one knows how lucky they are until it's gone.
Back in her hometown she could feel the magic in herself; magic to change herself and the world. Here; she is just wandering. Its been 3 months she is living her dream but she is not really living anymore. Everyday you could spot her walking over to places unknown.
The feeling of being ordinary when u know you are not is not very good; its heartbreaking. She could give away everything because she knows people and things are not owned - thanks to her upbringing. She has only one thing with her - her words. Words that speak her ; words that define who she is. Between some heartbreaks the writing did get better. She feels drained of everything. How hard it is to keep calm when you feel the magic fading away! That feeling when you are just about to fly and you feel your wings slightly burned.
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