I feel
Without giving principles of prose and writing much importance, I will be mostly jotting down my thoughts merely.
I think sometimes I know what I need. Validation. It is validation, I subconsciously seek.
I miss Lahore very much today. To the point that as I write this I feel my eyes tearing up.
And why do I miss Lahore?
Because I miss my people. Who made me feel like I was something, who cherished and appreciated me, who approved of me.
I feel broken again today.
It's this sense of deprivation of some kind.
I have everything. So, what is it?
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