

I always wanted to get closer to you just to let my wound heal under your glossy sunshine. But little did I knew to hold sunshine in my tender palms I have to wander among insecurities; behold my worst fears with aftertaste of acrid heartbreak on my lips; I have to shield myself with the thorns that grow among the wildflowers and let my skin breathe through suffocating nights.
Only after this there peep a slight ray of sun from the horizon blushing my curious smile and scars with soothes of reassurance. Fear has calmness that blooms in the most uncertain blend of art and imperfections disclosing the secret of this gracious land that carries a ecstacy to survive and ambition to never give up. After all you made me believe every shade has enormous strength to paint trails to infinity.This is how I learned to caress the void in me assuming to be a pulchritudinous flower with aromatic petals glancing straight towards you every morning.

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From one sixteen-year-old to another, I feel you. ❤
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This is beautiful, man. Keep writing!
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This post reflects so much warmth! 🙂
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