Shed the trauma.⠀ I promise you can and it will be worth it 🙌⠀#theprocessofbecoming #befearless #bemario ⠀ Reposting @bhumikasingh__:⠀ ...⠀ "My mouth is not a vase,⠀ my voice is not a flower.⠀ And the colour of my lips ⠀ is the best lie I could ever tell to anyone,⠀ without the aid of lipstick or ink.⠀ ⠀ In school, we were taught ⠀ that we should resuse the water ⠀ which is used to wash the vegetables,⠀ to water the plants⠀ that grow them.⠀ ⠀ But nobody taught us how to wash the water,⠀ nobody taught us how to grow something⠀ from its own residue,⠀ there was not one experiment ⠀ in the chemistry class⠀ that taught us how to use the pain of a memory⠀ to make a new one.⠀ ⠀ How does one grow when ⠀ the field of the heart is tilled along with the skin⠀ to sow seeds of bravery⠀ without any manure or water.⠀ ⠀ My trauma isn’t a healthy farm,⠀ it is anything but an orchard.⠀ My trauma is every plant ⠀ that died at your doorstep,⠀ the reason of whose death⠀ you could never identify.⠀ My trauma and I ⠀ are like magic and the magician;⠀ one cannot exist without the other.⠀ My trauma is the pest and the plant, alike.⠀ ⠀ I know my mouth is not a vase,⠀ my voice is not a flower.⠀ So if you wish to listen to music,⠀ go home and turn on the radio.⠀ My trauma is the station you always skip during your roadtrips.⠀ But I daresay, it has some pretty good songs.⠀ ⠀ If you are patient enough,⠀ spend an hour and listen to each one.⠀ Don’t dose off, even if you taste sleep after ages.⠀ Try to breathe in the fragrance of the ⠀ sapling that you planted ⠀ in the broken pot in your balcony last night.⠀ It won’t survive more than three months, anyway.⠀ ⠀ And when it finally dies,⠀ pinch your nostrils shut for a while,⠀ because as long as you don’t breathe,⠀ there’s no difference between the sea⠀ and the sky.⠀ //recycling//⠀ .⠀ —Bhumika Singh" https://www.instagram.com/p/BuRsI-TFUop6VywuyXXFZOSviwhK7O4t8vn5180/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=g6ir9843ksky
