Beneath the written words of her poetry was a depiction of a young girl from the city of silence who died suddenly and the artist painted his colors over the poems to forget the pain of her death. (Read Caption) "Every day is a battle", now saying this doesn't break me anymore but makes me bore enough to not say it again. I am sitting at my balcony and the neighbour uncle just said, "Your top is looking very beautiful" I don't know if he really meant it or he was looking at me with his eyes filled with misogyny monochromes. But whatever it is, I felt a plung inside me taking me to places, I want to erase. It is all dark under me if you undress me, you will find insecurities filled with void that empties my soul everyday. There are different drawers in my closet which are always locked because it has all shades of blue which I never wish to wear again. I have compartmentalize each color with each day but everyday I wear different shades of grey which reminds me of loving. Tell me how I am suppose to love my body, no one has ever taught me, no one has ever touched me.
