I stopped writing because I thought "who is even reading my words anyway" as if writing to get the poison out isn't enough, as if I'm not enough.

And I'll never be, because I'll always have that need to make people feel something. I'll always have that urge to scream my feelings and hear back that they're valid. That I'm valid.

There was this time when I wanted to be read, till I metamorphosed to no one needs to read me. I didnot want to be read as I was never understood. Because that was what it was always, read and not understood. Was I so Complex I always felt.

The there comes this one person who will understand you and make you feel so simple. I too felt that. And I wanted to be read for every living moment. I wanted to be that person's favourite read.

Is this odd?


© Skywalker