Do we have time for ourselves in this mad rush of creating our identities and trying to destroy others'. I long for a moment when I have walked in the rain without the fear of getting wet, when I have enjoyed my drive without the fear of getting late, when I enjoyed my writing without the fear of getting noticed.
I long for those days when I was a child and my world revolved around me. Sitting in the corner of the house, I would talk to myself and love and scold me. I would talk to myself, about me.
I want to bring those moments again when I spend time with myself and have a cup of coffee, just with myself!!
I long for those days when I was a child and my world revolved around me. Sitting in the corner of the house, I would talk to myself and love and scold me. I would talk to myself, about me.
I want to bring those moments again when I spend time with myself and have a cup of coffee, just with myself!!
