Emotional Mess
Feb 2, 2018
1 min read
I feel.
I feel so much.
I feel so fucking much.
I am a flower in a garden,
waiting for someone to pick me.
Wondering,
what if there is no one
who is going to choose me?
I am as fragile as feather,
still as strong as glass.
But even the strongest glass
can be shattered
in pieces.
Scared as hell.
Anxious and stressed.
Is there someone
who likes me?
Is there someone
who loves me
the way I want to be loved?
What you´re looking for?
Is there something wrong
with me?
I am hurt
and I have been hurt before.
Still happy and grateful
at the same time.
I´m a mess.
But this mess can be beautiful.
This mess can be crazy
and unforgettable,
adventurous
and spontaneous,
curious,
free
and
wild.





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