Many a faces we see , rare is a face we trust.
Many a stories we hear , rare is a story that touches the heart.
Many a friends we make , rare are the ones that last forever.
Why has it become so strenuous to find a friend worth keeping?
Why has it become so painful to find a love worth making?
Maybe it’s because one does not choose to overcome the fear of revealing his scars.
Maybe it’s because one chooses to never challenge his nightmares.
Maybe it’s because the walls one has built around himself are too high for someone else to reach out.
Why is this fear so real?
How painful could rare be?