WHEN DREAMS FALL APART

After a very long time I am writing again. I don’t know why I stopped writing but I know that at one time words became a burden for me to speak out I just wanted to keep them bottled up inside me. I guess that happens when dreams fall apart initially you seem to be lost and you create mental scenes where your dreams would once more fall back into plan and reach their fulfillment but then comes a stage a resigned acceptance that such a thing won’t be happening. After long that comes a time where you pick up the pieces of yourself and dust your courage and decide to walk with your head held high. For me, I just bottled everything up and decided to skip stage one altogether. I decided that for me being strong was the only solution. I know those of my friends and family who were with me in all this turmoil were worried why I wasn’t falling apart but I just am not that person. I can be cruelest to my own self but to no one else. For me, I know I have at times driven myself beyond my own capacity but all that did me a world of good. As I kept on achieving the targets I had set for myself, I found inner peace, I found my solace. Finally I have picked up the last shatters of me and written something. Writing has always been my best friend and for a very long time I have denied myself this friendship but no more. These words, they are driving me mad with their desire to come out  and form sentences. As I have poured them out today, I have found peace and finally I am no longer concerned about the dreams that fell apart for I have dreams that have actualized and materialized into reality.