Is Love…?

We think love is a fallacy! A scam!

Well it might be

It is so…. Because the world is full of scarred people.

Heartbroken people fall in love and end up hurting others unknowingly

Well… The hurt one(remember!) they fall in love and hurt another lover! Unknowingly too!

So we end up having a bunch of many heartbroken, scarred lovers who can’t genuinely love again!

So love…. Then becomes a fallacy.

That it is only in our heads, in our dreams and in our stories that there will ever exist True love.

But we love because we were first loved!.

So if you love, love right or don’t love at all.

Roots.

Born and had a future so bright-Zahara

She believed in herself like her mother once told her when she was little, “Zahara my child you are the best there can ever be, so let your light always shine bright and never be dimmed.”

But there came a maybe in her,… But in the way she lost it…. Every minute she felt a petal fall of her rose.But she was stuck in the maze… The good feel.

Bethel,he loved Zahara since back in the day, she meant two worlds to him. I must say theirs was a perfect love.. But maybe not to her anymore. He saw the light in her. That which she, of course could not see anymore.

Zahara had become real but only in a world of make-believe.Her first night out… Lemme tell you a bit about it. Jenny invited her to the voice-out show and she worked it and threw it back… (you know what I mean)

She loved her night. She got home and couldn’t stop thinking of how Zack was stealing glances at her.(Ah! You don’t know Zack,he is the chair at her school’s camp rock..yes he’s likes alot too… By all the girls!)

She slept it off… The next day was memorial day… It was a family tradition that they had a barbaque on that day. She couldn’t stop thinking about her night.

After the long day with sweet family, she felt tired and before she went to bed, before she tucked in, her phone beeped..Zack,

*Hey! Hope you had a great day! See you at school tomorrow. Zack!”

Lark.

And perhaps

what made her beautiful

was not her appearance

or what she achieved,

but in her love

in her courage,

and her audacity

To believe :no matter the darkness around her,

Light ran wild

within her

and that was the way

she came alive,

and it showed in everything

Light

I hope tomorrow morning when you wake up,

You’ll see the light in everything.

And not only in the sunrise,

but in the places that are harder to find,

Like in hallways where you are certain

you are only passing time,

and the gritty gold dust floating

between the floor and the blinds,

and every little thing that catches your eye.

I hope tomorrow morning when you wake up,

you will see the Light in everything.

The Journey Begins

Thanks for joining me!

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter.