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How do you know when to trust someone? How do you know when its the right time to let that person in on your secrets? Your lies and scars? When is it considered safe to trust them? Do you jump in, heart first? And hope to God they are as genuine as they seem or say? Or do you lock yourself in and tell no one of how you really feel, cause in the end you know, you can’t really let anyone in. Should you wait for the right time? And how will you know when that time is? How do you tell if a person is trustworthy or just like the rest of them? Why is it so hard for us to let anyone in? what are we really afraid of? Getting hurt? Being rejected? How do you stop yourself from falling off a bridge after you’ve already jumped?  If we don’t let anyone in cause we’re too scared to face those fears, will we ever learn to trust anyone?

Heres my answers Jump in. Straight in. And face everything that comes your way, cause in the end, if you don’t learn to trust someone, who would you really have to talk to? To lean on or cry to? At the end of the day, isn’t that all we really want? Eventually,we learn from our mistakes, and knowing who to trust and who not to, becomes easier. And then you realise, you’re not that scared anymore. and suddenly, everything you been through in beginning, the hurt, the rejection; suddenly, it all seems worth it. And you’re stronger. A better person.


Yours truly,

Painted Shadow



I stare at walls hoping that something would guide me to another dimension where everything makes sense. I take life as it comes. I reside in which is now known to be the fastest growing city in the Middle East, Dubai. Surrounded by fake greenery and dusty air, I long for rain. I long for rain to drench my very being, untill i feel nothing but clean and revived. I dream of happy things and i know for certain that Peter pan and pixies and fairies and Santa exists. I know. Because theres no point in not believing. Im a child. I am a grain of sand. I am a speckle of dust in this polluted world. I am a spirit roaming the end of the earth, trying to find that wall. (Read the page Painted shadow for details)

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