My Autobiography - Chapter 2 (My Existence)

I’m a life at pause, a field mushroom, a fruit-laden tree, an axed-wood, a vital growth, an arid emotional starvation, a wounded chase, a consequences sufferer.
I halt & I turn back. I see my Life as an unfulfilled kid’s desire. A Fairy Palace, shut up for years but now momentarily opened, released & filled with Love. Love for myself by Me for My broken pieces of heart which I’ve somehow adhered with the help of my dear friends.
I’m a fragment of the natural world, naturally seeking the proper environment for the splendid moments of my life. I’m pure & natural, desiring understanding & satisfaction, meeting violation of minds & coping with it. Barely, so painful it is…!
I the only character in my write, though, between me & my world around have left a precious little space for each one to grow in. As of now I agree that my Life is little more than a cardboard cut-out.
We all of us grow up with an idea of ourselves, an image rather & spend the rest of our lives trying to live up to it. But for me, it has been a constant struggle against an image of myself imposed upon me by the peripheries. Rising from the corpses, keying down the facts, nickering & bickering the things, they seem to be very rosy.
“Huddled in my cocoon, a somnolent silkworm, will I emerge in a beauteous being? Or will I, suffocating, cease to exist?”