Blazing

In a conversation with my thoughts, 

I realised I fall too fast and go down blazing 

Be it love,

be it a blind trust,

The fall is constant 

The requirement of validation and the need for love are overbearing 

But along this search,

I lost myself. 

I lost the me that spent nights with books 

The me who spent her evenings sharing stories on the wall 

With her friends watching the sun go down 

The new me seeks validation like it’s oxygen 

The new me wants to feel the love that she never had to beg for before 

But not everyone can have their wishes of their desires.

So I fall,

deeper into the hole of obscurities

And I keep on blazing deep into that fall.