Have you felt the feeling where you want to write so much but you have not much of words to describe the feelings you are feeling?
I’m feeling the same, I have feelings, some empty, some full, some happy some keeps me drool.
May be these feelings are not to be said out loud. These are to be kept inside, protecting it’s beauty from the outer world.
I don’t know what to do with these feelings. With the unknown I dearly adore it in the nepotism of my feelings.
Have you? Have you felt the same?
May be some feelings are meant to kept silent in-between some irregular walls where the beginning and the ending feels the same. Chaotic? Well, sometimes the chaos keeps you so busy and so drowned into it. The chaos make you bow down your knee below it. You don’t find the lumen. And you finally start to believe the chaos as your reality and the lethargy keeps you held in it. Hugging you tight. After a while it starts to feel comfortable in it. You start to feel, there’s no difference trying it again. There’s no outside.
May be the inside starts feeling the world to you. May be?!
May be the chaos eventually becomes the cloud in your mind that rains so hard; even the outer world sometimes gets the glance to the beauty in the drops fell cold down the cheeks.

So do I say..

I fell in love with me a little more.
A little more with that me who is happy,
just as happy to live inside my own world.
I fell in love with me twice a little more.
A little more with that me who is more happy,
just as happy to give up rest of the world.

I feel selfless in the most selfish way.

Look inside me,
I shall invite you to be the world inside my world.
Welcome to the chaos.