This is how I grow, you may think. I don't grow like this, usually. It took a thousand convinces and a few pieces of broken heart to realise that my soul hasn't piled up an inch, after the puff of fiasco knocked me down. All right! Be it a shock or a surprise, my heart skips countable number of beats --unusual ones-- before attaining life. It may sound familiar, because it is. I happen to notice number of throbs my chest escapes from. You might have been wondering, why I was holding to the crumbled specks of victory -- I've been carved during spring. I freak out when failure pops out, for I'm used to brightness. The irony is that I tend to eye my successes clothed in failure. I've become feeble and too numb from imagining too much. I even instructed myself to wallow in remorse, and I failed miserably at that. Right now, as you ask me how I grew, I screw my brain and every neuron. Maybe, certain blows are packed just for you, with right amount of numbness, ensuring you taste the essence and relief with wellness. Maybe, when it's ours, destructions too seem soothing as time flies (an afterthought). Simran Kaur, photograph is way too beautiful ❤️. #YQbaba #CnC28 #MyCnC #ClicksNCanvas #freeverse #blankpage #past #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with Clicks & Canvas 🌠
