words will remain words, we are the one who give them power to eat us up.
Here we are again, hesitating our next few lines, stuck in elaborating written paragraphs. Feet are shaken, being questioned 'where we are standing', but we are still wearing pride on our chin. We are adult, aren't we?
We are running, testing the water, coming back with dirty hand, calling home that everything's fine. We are out of words but we speak loud, echoes in our head but keep our mouths shut. We were not liars when we left hometown.
We wrap our scar so firm so no one could find it, so they'll see how flawless we are. We are not okay, so are they. We are not perfect, so are they. Why do we need to hide? To whom do we need to prove?
Receiving a text from home that said, "you have grown up, you'll be able to decide what's right and wrong." has made me dragged myself to the time when I first made my own decision.
I guess I have been too busy putting a show, that I had realised it would have made a parody played on replay, till I found that no ones laughing. Grown ups would like to watch a real show, a lesson.
We have been careless, we have failed, we have been put to shame, but have we admitted it? We are scared that everyone who sees judging. However my friend, words will remain words, we are the one who give them power to eat us up.
Blood smells like blood, even though you hide it from leaking, it would still smell the same. Cure it, or let your trusted ones to get you healed. Never be ashamed of who you have become. You hold the power, not those words. You and your decisions.
Have a good week,
Photographer: Olivia Aten. www.oysays.com
Location: Bath, UK
Wardrobe: Leather Jacket (Zara Boys). Boots (River Island). Black Dress (Musse Bangsar). Necklace (Topshop). Glasses (Rayban)