Hide Away
In a group of gregarious crowd, stands a girl. Lost, yet completely secure from within.
Abnormally apprehensive of her physiognomy, she is immovable on the inside.
Away from the cacophony and aristocracy,
she finds herself singing her own sweet song in her head.
Under all those layers of ruffles and covered up sleeves lies a radiant soul who just wants to be witnessed at the end of the day.
Observing people is her hobby. Especially, observing people who plaster their agony with smile and laughter is her obsession because she has always been incapable of doing so, and she sees all of this from a closed corner.
The corner where she hides away.
Abnormally apprehensive of her physiognomy, she is immovable on the inside.
Away from the cacophony and aristocracy,
she finds herself singing her own sweet song in her head.
Under all those layers of ruffles and covered up sleeves lies a radiant soul who just wants to be witnessed at the end of the day.
Observing people is her hobby. Especially, observing people who plaster their agony with smile and laughter is her obsession because she has always been incapable of doing so, and she sees all of this from a closed corner.
The corner where she hides away.
- Haritha Godela
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