So what it takes to relive the story?
A million empty and still hours spent in vanity. Where I asked myself to hold on to hopes.
So did they help you abandon the memories too?
No, I’ve been shredding the old skin by inches everyday. Faith aided me to fit into these varied shades of life.
So did you put on a mask to hide your real self?
No, perhaps it could have turned me into a bitter person I still wear those scars all over me beautifully.
So don’t these wounds bleed anymore?
I’ve planted these bruises deep within my heart. Now they bloom as one of my best secret treasure.
So how did you embrace the changes?
Cause I have learnt to accept the truth kindly. And someone taught me that detachment is the key.