*all words Echo*
Dear God
I know I dont talk to you often.I know I dont talk to 'them' either,even though they go out of the way for the same thing not to happen. I know I haven't been the best human being around. I haven't valued relationships;I haven't been the ideal daughter to him;I haven't resiprocated the love i feel but dont express to her. I know Im not exactly what you may define as a 'friend'. I know Im living an escapist's life,which to others is a reason of envy and to me is a reason of failure. To the people here, Im a great writer of make up artist things and the doer as well yet only I know how lonely and insecure I feel within me. . I know, honestly I know nothing. But still Im wrong somewhere. I know love is best unsaid , but should hopes diminish?
Somestimes silence becomes the the most excruciating sound,like deafning;sometimes the mind becomes a musical symphony of clouded thoughts,questions and clarifications but the vocals fail to present the sound of a conversation.Im sure you're listening, even thought this letter will go with 10 other odd letters in the dressing drawer. Even though I'll never ever stop khol-ing my eyes . But still, I feel there's a lot unsaid; a lot unforgiven and a lot un-done.
Dear god,
Im sure you're listening, mom says so...you answer our prayers.
Im sure you're listening ...to the devil -angel
Im sure...you..are..........Are you?
*Note: a letter from the 11 odd letters, not a fancy vocab-full letter. Just planin, just written calmly.
Dear God
I know I dont talk to you often.I know I dont talk to 'them' either,even though they go out of the way for the same thing not to happen. I know I haven't been the best human being around. I haven't valued relationships;I haven't been the ideal daughter to him;I haven't resiprocated the love i feel but dont express to her. I know Im not exactly what you may define as a 'friend'. I know Im living an escapist's life,which to others is a reason of envy and to me is a reason of failure. To the people here, Im a great writer of make up artist things and the doer as well yet only I know how lonely and insecure I feel within me. . I know, honestly I know nothing. But still Im wrong somewhere. I know love is best unsaid , but should hopes diminish?
Somestimes silence becomes the the most excruciating sound,like deafning;sometimes the mind becomes a musical symphony of clouded thoughts,questions and clarifications but the vocals fail to present the sound of a conversation.Im sure you're listening, even thought this letter will go with 10 other odd letters in the dressing drawer. Even though I'll never ever stop khol-ing my eyes . But still, I feel there's a lot unsaid; a lot unforgiven and a lot un-done.
Dear god,
Im sure you're listening, mom says so...you answer our prayers.
Im sure you're listening ...to the devil -angel
Im sure...you..are..........Are you?
*Note: a letter from the 11 odd letters, not a fancy vocab-full letter. Just planin, just written calmly.
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