Seule

Everyone comes to a point in their life when it's time to let go.

And although the thought of being alone scares you, the biggest burden leaves- taking with it your expectations, attachment, anger and pain.

As the fear settles down, it eventually ebbs away; just like the a puddle slowly makes its way into the drain once the rain stops.

Some things are so sad they're beautiful

Sadness is in itself very beautiful.

Grief, loneliness.. these are not

Atleast, not to me.

It's the quiet sadness that stirs me

Is happiness beautiful? I don't think so.

Course it feels good to be happy... but is that beautiful? Oh no.

Because only in pain 

You learn to accept.

Like getting into a bath tub

and feeling it envelop you

Just little ripples, like the water.

It gently flows over you.. not drown you

Cause you remember there is a bottom

A strong base that you just submit to

And rest upon, feeling at peace.

 

You detach now

You've become the observer

Like how you look at those painted toes

Put up carelessly on the rim

And forget....that they're yours.