Mia Wray – Where I stand

Let’s open a book.

It’s called love.

As any normal lives, I’ve also been through defining, deafening blows. Plenty, plateful of heartbreaks, heartaches, and many,.. many mercilessly chilling, shrinking, airless chest evenings.

Gasping. Tired. Done.Battered, broken, all t.e.a.r.e.d up, all to myself in pity corner of rooms you all wouldn’t know.

I’ve seen my people walked, … and some still going through rocky roads.

Happily depressed. Unwillingly masked.

Lost. Lonely.

Sold to lies. Cold.

Cold!

I’ve heard of monstrous stories from souls no different than my own — stories of being mocked, mopped, of being beaten, being ripped off by their owns. Cheated. Cruelly treated.

D.a.m.n.e.d by fate.

Belittled. Betrayed.

Now, as they say, meekness is not weakness.

And, as I navigate around the ocean of knowing and unknowing.

I wonder if am I qualified enough to speak for  love  !?

I wonder if I s.h.o.u.l.d question more about  l.o.v.e, 

love, of real kinds,

of the rare kinds !?