The Internal Dialogue

Each ounce of my skin like glitter of thoughts taking me back to everything that has been, just wondering how I can pick and choose to become and be seen... Sometimes I dress up and feel the need to be valued, heard and taken care of, and then when the festive season arrives, I take myself to the corner of my heart... Listen, can you listen to my heaving heartbeats? Feel, can you feel my need to be spoken to? Believe, can you believe I'd have lost chances, as well? Admire, can you admire my strength? I learnt to love, learnt to give, learnt to just be, yet as every year descends like a full moon, I look at the stars and pray for thee, pray to myself to realize my internal glee, to underst...View all