I am passionate about writing blogs, poems and love to deliver stories. Besides this I love to explore new things.
We are all fenced up with our emotions, desires, wants, failures, deficiencies, insecurities, betrayals, depressions, tantrums, and a lot of many confessions. Every story grows bumping these hurdles, sometimes fetched in them and many more times pissed by them.
Often we are unknowns to their reasons, their way of comebacks, and their paths to leave. We are tired of dragging them, and we want them to leave us. We want them to leave us, but we don't let them go. We fear losing our parts on the way, shredding on those pathways bloodstained. So we feel it to keep it somewhere suppressed, buried for many a while.
We let them shelter in small tents in our hearts. Quite, in reality, they keep building blocks for the permanent native. They summon negativity in a huge trade. And we instead fail to rest and drip from within. We blister each time when they are recalled. We even bandage that wounds, forgetting it's basic to clean them first. We forget that it's prime to splatter them out.
We should pick our own self for the battle of each piece tearing from our self. And it's about overcoming your own fear for your own mental stability. Sometimes small pangs and wounds feel better than a huge catastrophe. Sometimes sacrificing small glitters isn't bad for massive euphoria.
Then you will see yourself eternally resting in peace.