The walls of my room turn gray, the world began to crumble, the flowers withered, the birds lost their wings, the paintings became colorless, the sunlight was lost and the moon was no more.
Self-love ultimately is knowing your limit on compromising and where you draw the line. People will tell you different things, making their own opinions sound like facts, but it is only you who can decide what your truth is.
I told the stars about you. I have reached the moon for you. Those two eyes of yours can swallow the deepest oceans. I asked the white clouds to fill us with colors. But soon I realized it was all you. Stars, moon, clouds, raindrops, universe. It was all in you.
