We are all broken
We are all broken. It's true, we all are. At times a little chipped and at others smashed with only hope and superglue to save us. We all have that secret side which is weak, scared, bruised and imprisoned. We all know that, no matter how hard we try to pretend to be normal, we are insane in our own sweet little ways. We all are wildflowers, yet we tend to be rose, all proper and sober. We have thousands of voices whisphering in our heads all the time. We fall silently and rise up secretly. We pretend to be happy but we are crazy and foolish, absurd and weird, ridiculous in our own ways beyond imagination. We are all humans with numerous flaws and countless imperfections but we are the one who have within them the gift of magic. Crunching numbers, scribbling drawings, blabbering words, reading the atrocious, dancing the craziest, singing the broken songs, precisely make us human. We cry ourselves to sleep for the fact we are weird and insane but have we ever re