I feel everything that governs me; my moments of truth, my moments of deception.
Sometimes, I can tell if I am warped by something or I have tentacles that touch all points in the universe.
I am strong and I am weak. The wind is my pain; sometimes it is as light as the breeze on my face, and sometimes as fatal as a hurricane.
I drive both inside me.
I am alive and I am dead.
I am my Universe.
Sometimes, I can tell if I am warped by something or I have tentacles that touch all points in the universe.
I am strong and I am weak. The wind is my pain; sometimes it is as light as the breeze on my face, and sometimes as fatal as a hurricane.
I drive both inside me.
I am alive and I am dead.
I am my Universe.
4 Shouts!:
April 19, 2011 at 3:44 PM
It is beautiful, intimate and touching post. I am thinking as you... The sensitivity cloaked around your universe. You have constructed a world of a hatch so eager to fly and kiss the sky. Kudos and waiting for more.!
April 19, 2011 at 4:36 PM
beautiful.. it says so much about you, its dark yet you can see the light, i like the last line, specifically..,.
i guess it should be every human's line... I AM MY UNIVERSE!
great goin gal
May 15, 2011 at 2:47 PM
loved it.
ps- hey shradha! howdy doin girl?!
May 15, 2011 at 3:14 PM
@Himanshu
Thanks. Emotions. SOmetimes the yjust get on you. :)
@save33
Thank you. That's one line I always believed in. It lives in me.
@Raphael
Thanks! Long time.
I am doing great. Gonna be blog hopping yours soon. :)
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