A part of me wants to know the world , a part of me wants to shut the doors to the world.
A part of me wants to be known , to be acknowledged and a part of me wants to be stayed unknown
A part of me is always determined , a part of me is always hesitant.
A part of me always wants to be as busy as a bee, a part of me always wants to be as lazy as a sloth.
A part of me is as fearless as a lion , a part of me is as scared as a mouse.
A part of me wants to live , a part of me wants to die
A part of me wants to face the beauty of the world, a part of me wants to runaway from the cruelty of the world.
A part of me wants to love, a part of me wants to hate.
But which part I want to choose and which part I want to omit stays within me.
I get to choose what I want to become, either an angel or a devil.
I want to choose both, but I get to choose one.
At last what should I choose?
This last thought has always bothered me.
-sophisticated diva
Hello guys .......am new to this writing platform.....just wrote something that goes on in my mind......hope you all like it ☺️❤️
