The high and low of these roads,

hair flutter with the winds.

I choke on happiness and guilt,

Of living life upon my own.

Leaving behind the questionable responsibilities,

driving a car through New York.

I waited to scream,

to live my dreams,

and my eyes opened to reality,

to the sunrise of shattered beings.

Author: Onesha

She is the funny one! Has flair for drama, loves to write when happy! You might hate her first story, but maybe you’ll like the next. She is the master of words, but believes actions speak louder than words. 1sha Rastogi, founder of 1shablog.com.

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