I want to blow myself up into a million pieces. Every shred of skin torn and strewn across. Every loose tissue splattered like grease on the floor. Then I want to collect those pieces and make me again. I want to blow myself up into a million pieces. Every shred of skin torn and strewn across. Every loose tissue splattered like grease on the floor. Then I want to collect those pieces and make me again. But differently this time.
U r inspired. By new ideas. U r different. Because of the poetry u 'think'. U r created again. By challenges. U r me, Adhaa.