I share my soul with strangers
From all around the world,
Not with the ones
I share my blood with
Not with the ones
I share my heart with,
Because with them, I know
I will only get more hurt.

My strangers will neither judge me
Nor will they shower me with advices
Neither will they point out my wrongs
Nor will they toast to my right choices;
They will be what they will be
And will always let me be, Me.

So all the things I write here
Make a diary, available to the world,
Where I share my soul without any fear
Which, for My bloods and hearts, will always be blurred;
An open book, to all the silent readers,
Ab open talk, to all the quiet listeners.

© bani745