Days when it felt like I had you were the best ones. Not does destiny decide where I'll be rather, my destiny is itself finding its own. Restless, not because it's worth it but to keep myself tolerated. Turning pages, I see my story the untold ones will always be my glory. Yes, we hide things just to make everything alright. The overwhelming desire of discreet people to be overshown always tempts me to hiss. The gleaming sun rescued a repulsive thought. Worn out clothes, old coffee mugs and ofcourse, those small earrings in the corner of the closet make me happy. See yourself, yes you Are you less than a beauty? Having malicious behaviour towards oneself causes nothing but harm.