The Silence that Bloomed

What I want to convey through this is the journey of mine as a youngster. The moments I enjoyed, the moments I cried, the moments I was depressed, the moments 1 smiled, the moments of my life. In this there is a little glimpse of that side of mine which is quite hidden and only the paper had the trust of my inner soul to let me confide myself a bit and the pen was the only thing that had the ink of my subconscious thoughts. Writing about my feelings was the best therapy I could find to let go some of my intrusive thoughts. And the most important of all, revealing my thoughts to others was such a decision that needs to be thought about over and over again. Hope some may find my thoughts relatable to theirs and maybe some might have the courage to express their thoughts too, because it may not be a person always in whom you can confide a part of yours but it may be the same old paper and pen or any other thing that listens to your soul. Still scribbling something on a paper, thinking that it might turn into something to be shared again with the ones whom I love and the ones who love me.