I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure.
I make mistakes and run in triangles and rectangles for solution I might never stumble across.

I write up memories,
I dream up wishes.
Riding on horses in the milky-clouds of my dreams.
But thunderbolt stricked through my wishing horses,
Like fire, burning papers to ashes.

There I go again, left with nothing.
Nothing but dreams, and daydreams,
Wishes and nightmares.
Like an empty barrel... Left to drum in it's emptiness.
I find perfection in accepting my imperfections.

As kindness is the most beautiful feature to have.
Passion, is the most expensive makeup of a woman.
A star in the Crescent.

©Madinah_Writes
07.08.2021