Selfie and the Imperfect Me!

The smell of the rain

After the rainstorm

Sets nostalgia through space.

Endless quest for true breaths of life

I shook off the fog and asked

Why 'am I still here?

I called upon a muse with attitude

Contained myself with the motion

Hoping to bring forth the desire to create.

Life's overbooked yet meaningless

Moving fast set on autopilot

‘Am I there yet?

Caught in the raging thunder

Of creation and destruction

My tortured mind gone astray.

Mammoth of self-doubt

And callous inner critics

Uncertain about myself.

Is that me in the mirror?

Quietly smiling and smirking

Discouraged with the flaws.

I sat, I sulked, I brushed my hair

Naked in silence

The she-wolf howled.

I failed in bribing the demons

So I bargained to myself

Pinch and breathe.

Now calmly I gazed

Lips ajar but didn’t speak.

Down my cheek some trails of tears.

The innate desire for happiness

Hiding in a soft summer cloud

Is the cry of all sentient beings.

Loosen up!

Let the beautiful stuff out,

Say, “I am enough!” and say it loud.

It's just another false study going to the extremes to smack and label us with another disease on human nature. Another lame excuse for the drug industry to medicate people.

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Love from the sky~

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