“Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose, or paint can manage to escape the madness, melancholia, the panic and fear which is inherent in a human situation.”
“Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,
Men were deceivers ever,-
One foot in sea and one on shore,
To one thing constant never.”
― William Shakespeare,
Open your eyes and truly see. What you see is not what is. What you don’t,could be so much. So much more than you believe.
With or without you.
I can’t live. With you, I fight, argue and cry. With you , I laugh and smile and glow.
Without you, I hope, I feel, I breathe.
If you are around, I’m me, if you’re not, I’m no less.
I’m not sad, I’m not. I have learnt. I’m used to it all. Life happens. Being happy is not all that matters. Being right does. Doing what I should and not what I want.
I’ll wait for you? I don’t even know who I’m waiting for. But I’m waiting. Every day. All day. For you to come and take it all away. For you to come and be here, always.” is what you expect me to say or want or think? I don’t feel or assume any of this.
I’m not waiting any more. I’m good.
I’m me. And I’m good.