Scars we never touched. The thought that crossed your mind when you read the title; is the reflection of your unfiltered soul. Thought that survives somewhere within us for ages makes our eyes teary and brings a lump in a throat before the to...
Scars we never touched. The thought that crossed your mind when you read the title; is the reflection of your unfiltered soul. Thought that survives somewhere within us for ages makes our eyes teary and brings a lump in a throat before the tongue could put it into words; strays in our heads all day long; emerges in the shape of tears when no one is around. That thought has the power to destroy the parts inside us and rebuild those parts in a way we cannot imagine. The thought coming with dark to weaken us, and thought coming with sunrise, being a mirror of our strength. The thought; that makes us feel unworthy and the thought which leads us to define our worth with pride. lt is an aching wound from the past that turns into the scars we do not dare to face and never dared to touch.