Beautiful People ( prose)

Maybe we aren’t really alone. Maybe the brutal emptiness that we feel isn’t a sign that we are less. maybe the heaviness that aches me isn’t my incompetence in understanding this world. We just need time and it takes time to melodiously rhyme with someone who will one day vapourise all the bottled emotions. Maybe someday there will be someone genuine who will love us for our incompetency , and sing me lullabies and shower me selfless love. Maybe someday, life will be still confusing and it will be sad to know that there is so much to give and love. We are and we all are beautiful people and it aches me to realize how beautiful people are and how beautiful world actually is. Yes, we are a liability but still we are beautiful people.

© kinley Wangmo and Prena Subba

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