Digressions from my lemon seeds- x

I am many things, 

but modest is not one of them

Today, everyone is talented,

Everyone is attractive, 

Everyone is bold and busy.

Maybe I'm not everyone.

I need a support system 

I am a weak little birdy with wet feathers

until I get the buoying up I yearn for..

But once I receive it, I fly.

I fly a notch higher than icarus

Mine aren't out of wax.

I had one with me, for me..

Never realised that she kept my fire alive

Until she left.

(I miss you ß.. and thank you 

for being yourself)

It was not like the altercations I had with friends 

Or like the endless tirades from my family 

It was like writing with silver silk pen while my 

classmates wrote with the boring bold blue lexi<3

She made me believe in my actions 

At times I felt like she knew me better than myself..

And she did.

Now I'm all by myself trying to test my mettle..

So I can't afford to be modest.

I should shout my genius at the top of my voice,

To be atleast a faint echo in midst of the 

deafening, blaring and thunderous noices 

around me.

It's hard, it's strenuous, it's discouraging...

But it's liberating, it's emancipating 

It's glorious.