WHY?

Why do you hide your scars?
The embellishments of your life, shining bright in daylight and twinkling at the night.

Why do you deny that your heart isn't broken?
Do you see the light? Through the crack of your brokenness, the peaceful komorebi.

Why do you crib for a perfect body?
Can't you feel its an art, all the curves, imperfectly beautiful made by an artisan.

Why are you afraid to be in love again?
May be that's your soulmate, the one for so long you have been looking for.

Why are you worried about the future?
When all you have is the present, for the future is always an illusion to dream.

~A.Karma