the estimations of preciousness
this weird twinge of mixed emotions floods me every now n then.its so much combined.
sourish pain which isnt jealousy.
juz sourish.
mayb everyone has different tastebuds when it comes to pain.
like how i feel the inserting of a needle on skin, FEELS sourish.
dribs n drabs of sadness.
the sort which u weep unknowingly about.
and the tears just fall, so very naturally.
as if, it was meant to fall not because of grief.
but yet it doesnt stop until the logical side of you realises so
and theres tht sudden jolt back to reality.
where sometimes.
i give mySELF, excuses, explanations,
reasons to believe,
to convince my logical SELF.
lil lil lil sparks of
perhaps, maybe, should be, will be,
next time,
its alright,
not too bad.
there, its fine. im fine. its fine.
mantras of self-contentment, again.
forgotten.
again.
and again.
be loved, be loved, be loved.
beloved.
happy sparks fire out like little needles cold n SOURISH to the skin.
sparks are all but short lived.
yet the radiance of it may live for a long, long, hopefully if u get lucky, forever sorta time.
like the lil radiating sparks of a diamond.
and so i hold on.
for my little sparks.
wishes r all thts so pretty now.
and how cld preciousness eva b measured.
