A Speculative Portrait of Her Life
You came from a broken world. A place where there is
hardly anyone who’s been. No one understands you save those who came from where
you were. You walk along like a stranger—who only toil not for yourself but for
the remnants who accompany you in your journey. You realize that life has to be
spent in all of its labors for them and for yourself in the least.
So when you have these mini foxes trying to lure you to get into your life. You
avoided them because they don’t know exactly where you came from. You have
indeed a different world—a world when visited provides a perfect portrait of
what you were and what you have become. Unless one sees a glimpse of your
yesterdays, only then he’d understand you for who you are right now.
But whatever sorrows and joys your past has afforded you,
dear, I know you have become the best version of yourself now were it not for
them. Sometimes, we have to get into all this before we could bridge across the
beautiful side of the lake. And here you come, the metamorphosis of a weak
caterpillar morphing into a lovely butterfly.
How I wish I could see you every day, seeing you flap your cute little wings,
and fly with naught a sense of fear but delighting the joyous liberty of the
world set free from the cords of heartaches and pain.
#LoveYou
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