A glimpse into a beautiful chaos.
Dear Self, You are a living, breathing work of art. You have broken several times but you’ve managed to mend the pieces back together And like the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery with powdered gold, The cracks in you are visible, yet so fucking beautiful. They scream, “I am still here. I am still…
It happens. No consistency, no schedule; sometimes, the crippling fear of failure or doubting my self-worth or simply going town a dark tunnel takes over the whole of my body. At first, I tried to understand what triggered it, but as I went along, I realized that my demons were always inside me, and it…