It is like a scream. Yup, it’s definitely
it. It is something like a dreadful scene provokes your emotions, the body goes
against the obvious and the mute throat has a voice. Your heart races at the
sight of its shattered self, your eyes can’t comprehend it, your rationality is
in denial, and something deep inside wants to rebel, turn the order, and bring
chaos. You over power even the mightiest of physical conditions and you scream.
It ain’t pretty. But it is the voice of your shattered past, it is the voice of
a new beginning, it is a voice of triumph.
Such moments are rare. The big bang of your existential
universe, the Hiroshima of your internal wars.
It clears your mind, wipes off the
garbage and makes you a kamikaze- the divine wind. You have a voice, nay a
roar, don’t just let it go. Adore it. Live by it. Die for it.
Boy, be born from your ashes,
spread your wings and fly.
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