Dream Life

                                     Silence is never nothingness.       It never was. It's full of confusing emotions,   Which remain unexpressed.   It's full of unspoken words,  which make our throat bleed Just like the sharp broken pieces           Of mirror.  It's full of unresolved mysteries,  Tangled like numerous threads.  It's full of an awkward madness,    Beyond all the limitations,     Weather known or unknown.    Being comfortable with silence        Is a rare art.     Those who experience   This uncomfortable comfort,      Fall in love with silence,      Where they experience     The unexpressed emotions,      Where they come across       The unspoken words,       ...

                                            She had a language of her own, Her own way to show her love and care, She would meet people as if It has been years to the bond they share. Her eyes can touch the scars You've been hiding for long, She would cares the flaws, As that made one strong. She is a gorgeous mess, Composed of the pieces broken down, Her smile is starlit, And there's beauty even in her frown. Some people started to envy her, And tried to bring her to their size, As it isn't easy to appreciate someone When you're made up of endless lies. They tried to compress her sky, And condense her inner starlight, But they couldn't make her universe shrink, And she shined brighter every night. Soo she realized her own World was enough strong And she has been looking for beauty everywhere, But it lies right where she belongs.