~We all are made of muses and phrases. We are all made of muses and phrases. We live to become a poem. The sonnets soak my mere emotions whereas my musings are left with the deepest and the darkest emotions. They sing ballads of my insecurities. There's a bridge built of bandages between my thoughts and my words. Passing through it means adventuring on vulnerability. Do not dare to rip off the bridge.
