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Here’s a little something for you. A day. A heart wrapped in a sweatshirt. A cold winter with pecks of sunshine. The stardust falling off from your eyelashes like fairy glitters. The road filled the clatter of two souls, walking side by side. The street lights their perfect candle , perhaps a little brighter. Not enoug...
As I walk down the place, I wonder if I could capture it enough to remember. A part of me is scared of being used to it. When you're used to something, you stop noticing the details that make it pretty. It's like you stop playing with your toothpaste after a point in life. I want to capture it so much as to remember it...
I can see you in snowflakes. Each one of them just sit right in the palm of my hand, and other rests on my nose. Its melting, and the feeling of it feels warm. Its like having you shower from the sky. Having you shower all over me, slowly, and you then seeing you fade away, slipping away through me. I ! wish I could ho...
I can't sit here and tell you that you could be loved. For I haven't been able to do it myself and it's useless to preach things, you do not do yourself. But humans are such a species,that all can be loved. Even the monsters get loved. Why can't you be, there's no way that is possible. -one side of slop Wrote this one...
“Dreamgirl- Teenage Blue” This is the song that reminds me of the old-school romance I dreamt of as a kid. I thought love happens only once in life, and that people, stay a forever. More that someone is exactly the way to wanted them to be. This song feels like a stormy day. Everything seems amazing . Like a lullaby su...
I can see her. We run and run, laugh and laugh. As if everything belongs to us and the world is like inverted greyscales. She turns and looks at me and I know she is the one. Waves I can see waves, footprints. Another tear she shed, a flower in her hair, an umbrella flying away,another free soul. Busy roads, stormy fie...
I didn't know I will be tackling a space deficit, from the I don't have clothesssss to wear to the I don't have any space to keep transit. It's can give competition to those Instagram reels, but it was slow and I never knew I would have to. But cheers! Adi needs to let go her 12th standard notes (that she made very bea...
THE ONLY TIME, A SERIES OF IRREGULAR PROMPTS #1 A long time after, fingers slipped, a chat with my old best friend. Dear diary, an ear for the ones, who want to speak, but are better with words, through the ink. A thousand secrets of adolescence, confessions of love, the lost age bundled up in sheets. This was a bookm...
# Reality check? I was walking around the street, in the corner was a bowl. A bowl full of sweets, so many. It looked like a treasure I could behold. Make them mine. A mere glance of the left and right and I approached it. My hand made it's way to insides, trying to fill my palm with as many delicacies it could gather...
# I Am Still Not Used To... I am still not used to typing your name and finding nothing. Our chat is stuck at November 12th,2018, where you last wrote pata nai . And till now I am trying to understand if that pata nai had something more that I couldn't understand, or failed to understand.It hurts. And it kinda does so...
# Dear Diary #61 I am starting from right where I ended. And this is where I am. At 61 st. Which means there has been sixty times when life went breaking apart, creeping my nerves, filling me enough to write again. Don't misunderstand this with my other history, my poems and stories they'd really fill a different slot...
# I Don't Own You.. I miss the way we started. So mixed into each other. Like there was nothing left in life to do. Other than finding your lost crunchie, which I secretly wished you'd never find. Cause I like seeing your hair open. The way locks fell down in heat, and the way you got irritated. You were , not the Cin...
# I Don't Own You... I miss the way we started. So mixed into each other. Like there was nothing left in life to do. Other than finding your lost crunchie, which I secretly wished you'd never find. Cause I like seeing your hair open. The way locks fell down in heat, and the way you got irritated. You were , not the Ci...
# Counting the stars that left the sky. You know, I wanted go out, live and breathe. But now, I don't. I feel helpless. Suddenly, like you feel home is a safe place.I wanted to go out discover the world, the nights andthe days.But now I guess I want to turn myself into this cage.Lock myself in. The world suddenly feel...
# Person-#1 The guy am going to talk about isn't very special to me. He wakes up every morning around eight. I have a strong feeling he is an insomniac since all the night when the world sleeps, I see him awake. Struggling through the walls of his own mind I guess? As far as I have seen him through not many things mak...
# Not- so- thievery I have realized something. When I was small, I picked this certain glass bangles that I really liked. These bangles looked like coloured circles of life, all colourful with tiny mirrors of self love in them, wrapped in transparent plastic of reality. I wasn't stealing you know, just picking up some...
# And you were just this another chapter. October,2016. We both had been heartbroken, crying in some dark alley, assuring our neighborhood aunts that we're fine. We were eating ice cream, one two many, actually I didn't count but well. We thought it would numb the pain and somewhere it did. The summer must've gone rea...
# 28th December, 2020 Let's talk about the evening. I played badminton after 2 years. I played like a noob. Met a pro player kinda boy, jisne ache se bezatti ki, koi kasar nahi chori bande neh. I fell my phone twice kyuki pocket was too elastic. Phone toota nahi. Then I played without shoes kyuki mai hawai pehen ke aa...
# 30th December,2020- Morning. Okay so it was really a funny morning this time. My Dad was roasting me like a damn almond and well me being me got angry. I took the racket and rushed out of home with anger in my veins and escaping the place. I really wanted to be away. So I did. So well, I was alright. I had planned t...
# 30th December,2020-Evening Alright. So today I am gonna talk about misunderstandings and okays. The evening today was nice. I wasn't sad, it wasn't bad. The guy I had talked about, Piro I met him again today. Played again. Lost again. Bezatti bhi fir se karwai. But today was different. I will get back to the differe...
# 31st December,2020 Two words to summon up a day, nice day. I met a girl, Aditi. Yes, it's funny right? Calling someone with your name? Now if you expecting me start with the flashback of how she reminded me of me at her age and stuff, you're wrong. She was nowhere like I was. She has beautiful hair, she played well,...
# 1st January, 2021 First of all. Happy New Year!So, today was, not so good but okay. I had headed out of home at 4.17 pm because I had tutions at six. And I didn't wanted to rush the play. Let's talk about, the new kid. I am so sorry I had asked his name but I have forgotten. He was a good player too. He was in ninth...
# 2nd January, 2021 New achievement unlocked. Got myself hit in the stomach with a football. If you're wondering where the big ball came in from, in the beautiful game of badminton. Let me enlighten you, it came flying. It hit me. The girl if you remember her, Aditi was standing just beside me. She talked about how sh...
# 3rd January,2021 Note: Start reading from 28th December if you're new. Happy reading! Today I managed to have a swollen hand, cause I banged a girl, like kind off collided with her while we wanted to hit the same cock. And if you find a lot of double meaning in this sentence. Congratulations, you've the same brain a...
# if I were her-1 Mom cried the first time she saw me go, I was happy, I told her how my first day of school was. She did not look at me. She stared into blank space. I could see my reflection in her now glassy eyes. they looked like looking into sidelines of a beach. She did not blink. But when she did, as if pulling...
# what if? -2 Today she came back home late. The liner against her eyes was smudged. It was a daily thing, and so who'd notice? I never did. But today there was a different abruptness in her actions. She tells me to never eat in bed. She ate in bed. Her hands were shaking while she held one end of the spoon. Had she g...
# midnight memories-3 It was midnight, when I saw it. Can you guess? may you guess? No. I saw something. In beneath the sheets, the awful darkness that engulfed us, her and a movement. I had woken up in the middle of the night and felt as if the bed had been shaking. A soft muffled voice hummed through the pitch black...
# spacing out What are we if not looking at plain space, never blinking eyes, never moving lips . I am almost scared that your eyes would be watering in a while. Kudos to me for ruining my blog with such a random post. I love to be loved. Who doesn't? me. I do not like to be loved at certain parts of the day and other...
# 4th January, 2021 NOTE: Start from 28th December if you're new in here. Happy reading.<3 I will tell you something, I am giving a mathematics exam, and the first sum goes wrong, and then, the second one too. Will you be able to solve the third? In most cases you won't, even if you knew it, even if it was easy. Yo...
# 5th January, 2021 Note: if you're new here. Please begin from 28th December. Much love <3 Isn't it so funny, that you always mess up in front of the person you like? The way it is, like the moment he's beside you, you get so nervous,and there's a certain chill in the body, and you seriously can't rub it off. And ...
# 6th January, 2021 Note: Start with 28th December, 2020 if you're new. Happy reading. <3 Fairy tales. I am in my fairy tale. And every word he says, feels like more than he said. I hear it exaggerated. The world goes blur, and there's this spotlight all over him. And all I can see is him. But now, these lights hav...
# 7th January,2021 NOTE: Start with 28th December,2020 if you're new. Today, let's just talk,life isn't supposed to be full of twists each day. So today, I had reached there before, someone . And I played well. It was just me Ronit and a couple of other people playing before someone joined in. When someone plays, he p...
# 8th January, 2021 Note:Start reading from 28th December if you're new. You knew it all this long, didn't you? Knew what?! Come on, don't beat around the bush, I know you, and you knew it and still you did it Yeah, I did. You knew all this while, about the whole attraction thing and still you kept writing kept fe...
# 9th January,2020 Note: if you are new, please begin from 28th December. I started with something, for something, and I ended with so much more. I started with a boy, a handsome one, but just a guy. And right now at this particular point, it's more than just him. The way you get mingled and feel like you belong to so...
# 10th January,2021 Okay so foremost, I want to start with the best part of the day. And it wasn't on the ground. It was someone who called. Let me tell you, it's his birthday, I won't say the name. But he means so much to me and I forgot. I seriously did. But I am so happy. And you know he had a great day. He's been ...
# 11th January, 2021 Today is the last day that I am writing this. And I know that it hasn't been long and you must've expected that we'll go a long way. We have, haven't we? I have some promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep(Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening). The real thing about life is that it nev...
# Changes. I wonder what we are made of. Dust and particles, scientifically we say, matter. But, then what are we actually made of? You know I often get lost in the hurricane of my thoughts, unable to understand what makes me do what I basically do. Sometimes, it's so harsh, and sometimes it's sweet. This is basically...
# Reset. ...and they lived happily ever after. He kept writing her letters months after he stopped sending them. On New Year's Day he wrote that he hoped that she'd get everything she wished for. Then he tossed the letter into a box under his bed. He's stopped trying to bring her back.(taken from eleanor and park- a n...
# 2nd Feb,2021 Note: this is a continuation to what I started from 28th December,2020. Scroll down for prior episodes. He said he wouldn't be coming to play anymore. He had JEE from 22nd. The last day he didn't play. He just sat, and started conversing with another guy. My urge to go ahead and talk had increased. It h...
# what say, sighs? I wonder if he'll like it Mel said looking at the picture she just clicked. She had liked it. To her it looked beautiful. With her not so sure smile, the creaks in her eyes and her hair around the back tied into plates, a lock slighty passing over the side of her temple. Mel felt good about it. Cha...
# To forget or not to? We as people, meet people. We as people make memories. We as people have no idea when we make them. We as people erase them too. From burning down the ashes of something that existed to throwing it away in the sea. Lovers lock their love over the bridge, even when the love rots away, like the ru...
# Home? There are many answers to what a home is, logically it's a place with 5 walls around you. For some, home is an emotion. What they feel, because then, even hostels and hotels would be called the same. So we end into, home is an emotion.But I am a traveller, for me there's no home. Home is people. Home is a plac...
# Rains and Ruins It was the season of summer, and a hot humid day followed us. Something was wrong about the day, or the clouds or just me is something I am yet to figure out. The clouds changed shades, getting darker and darker each time, maybe the sun tanned the clouds? By the time, school ended the weather had jus...
# To post or not to? #1 If the stars breakdown,Do they get mixed in the soil,Do plants grow there and become trees,Do stars look at the earth, thinking of the grave of their old ones?Do they still mourn, gasping or they just blink?Is just blinking a mechanism to cope up with the pain? Or is it just some refraction of ...
# To post or not to? #2 She looked down, fixing the drapes on her saree, her hair open. Her earrings would make a little sound when they moved, it wasn't much, but enough to take in all of my attention. I could look at her and say that she was nervous. Her eye followed the room, looking for a comfortable someone. And ...
# To post or not to? #3 Only if life had a rewind button, I would have loved you a little more. I wouldn't have fought on Sundays for a stupid guy you met on, who might just potentially ruin things. If I had known, I wouldn't be leaving from beds on mondays, while you kept telling me to stay a little longer. If I had ...
# To post or not to? #4 We were smiles, she was. I do not smile much alone, cause doing that either means you're thinking about someone or you having a mental breakdown. Our smiles together wasn't the straight one. Where your lips form a perfect curve, and the eyes glow up. Hers was somewhat the way her eyes would go ...
# To post or not to? #5 Leaves fallen down all the way. A few trampled, a few bended over the joints, yellow and dried smelling of some old love.I wonder if these leaves ever felt remorse for not ending up in someone's diary? How beautiful it would be, to be picked up and loved? I wonder if these leaves just got old, ...
# To post or not to? #6 And she felt it. She felt she was no more important. And whatever she did, for whoever, it doesn't matter. In the end she'll be alone again, cutting wounds, counting dead fireflies. Counting as if they might increase in number. People said giving your best- gives you everything you wish? She do...
# To post or not to? #7 Days have passed on crazy. I believe it's how the whole regret thing works. When we have time, we think, we have got a lot. When we don't our mind thinks the reverse, I wish they gave more time. Life has got stuck in this cycle of blaming everything around, to an extent that have forgotten abou...
# To post or not to? #8 Dear Memories, I don't like the way you always slide away, even though I try to hold on to you. Though you never go away, you just slide down, getting replaced by new happenings. Like a pile, it's hard to think about you and remember you as it is. It's fascinating how, we make you in present, w...
# To post or not to? #9 I have lost them all,Even the bright stars and their magical light is gone.My soul has lost it's way in the busy street of life,And it can't wait.There's something mystic about the sunset in the evening,It's sad yet the most serene.All I can think is about his smile,The blush over his cheeksLik...
# To post or not to? #10 I wonder what we are made of. Dust and particles, scientifically we say, matter. But, then what are we actually made of? You know I often get lost in the hurricane of my thoughts, unable to understand what makes me do what I basically do. Sometimes, it's so harsh, and sometimes it's sweet. Thi...
# To post or not to #11 I will tell you why I don't want to tell you that you're someone that I think about. That I keep my phone on full volume in the hope that you'd call. The fact that I lower the volume whenever I am away, cause the call is for me and it should be only me that picks up. I don't feel like adding on...
# To post or not to? #12 I have realized something. When I was small, I picked this certain glass bangles that I really liked. These bangles looked like coloured circles of life, all colourful with tiny mirrors of self love in them, wrapped in transparent plastic of reality. I wasn't stealing you know, just picking up...
# To post or not to? #13 You know, I wanted go out, live and breathe. But now, I don't. I feel helpless. Suddenly, like you feel home is a safe place.I wanted to go out discover the world, the nights and the days.But now I guess I want to turn myself into this cage. Lock myself in. The world suddenly feels scary,the w...
# To post or not to? #14 Yeah. I like my nailpolish. Is that wrong? Maybe, maybe not.Dear Diary #61 I am starting from right where I ended. And this is where I am. At 61 st. Which means there has been sixty times when life went breaking apart, creeping my nerves, filling me enough to write again. Don't misunderstand t...
# To post or not to? #15 I had joined some workshop. Some workshop for handling temper. I had gone with brother and I was eleven years old then. It was held twice a week. Sundays and Saturdays, 9 am to 4pm. They used to provide crap lunch, brownies and frootis for breakfast. Mom forced us into it when we were in Gurga...
# To post or not to #16 I am listening to the same melody. The same song looping, a sixty times. Tu thori der aur theher ja, the song of stay. When you want someone to stay and just stay. You don't want them to do anything, just staying would do.It's a cry from within, when you wnat the time to stop and it doesn't, so...
# To post or not to? #17 She was sitting on the white bench. Her bag hanging through her right arm. Her head was down and I knew she was thinking again. Hey, why are you here for? I asked. Well, the same thing you're here for. Submissions. She said. I know that! I mean, why are you sitting here? Uhm. Work's done so go...
# To post or not to? #18 I would do anything to not feel the way I feel now. I hate good nights and goodbyes. Good nights means I have another eternity of night to think about all, everything that is going away, or the guilt that the day wasn't productive at all. I want to talk, turn the nights into mornings. The dark...
# To post or not to? #19 There are mornings I don't wish to wake up. Curl back to the bed, toil and make a cocoon where you'd last lay your head. Perhaps the winds were too rigid,the night was too stormy to leave. We were just drunk that day. I don't remember anything either. I don't remember the way your hands curled...
# To post or not to? #20 Kolkata. The city of joy. I have always wanted to see the city, cold and aesthetic, the evening, the people, the laughter and ofcourse, the joy. It's a beautiful night. Lights and lights. Food and chatter. Laughter and happiness. The daughter of the city is back to her place.For nine days. I a...
# To post or not to? #21 'Real men who love their wives prepare them for widowhood '. I don't remember where I read. But I remember it. Well and I don't know if it's true. Is it?When we love someone, we get so involved , that at this point we forget our ownself. We just go on with the flow of life. If I love someone, ...
# To forget or not to?#22 It's the time when you know everything is moving away. Connections, relations,friendships like someone just added a drop of lemon to the milk. And it will never be the same again. Good times, brings good memories, friends joy and happiness. Bad times brings, sadness, and this is the time you ...
# To post or not to?#23 Right. I would never understand. I didn't when I saw you giggling to yourself and then I saw a book, tight around your hands. And you were reading. You kept doing it, sometimes you'd look around to see if someone thought you were a crack. And yeah for once I did. I have seen people, smiling see...
# To post or not to?#24 A long time after, fingers slipped, a chat with my old bestfriend. Dear diary, a ear for the ones, who want to speak, but are better with words, through the ink. A thousand secrets of the adolescence, confessions of love, the lost age. This was a bookmarked page. A page, filled with a strang of...
# To post or not to?#25 Dear you, Yeah, again. It's me. Day 56, uh no sorry 57 time 3.54 pm. I am sorry. It's been exactly a year, and a little more. It's like this window. I come everyday. And the lights are on. And I know you're awake. And I know you won't speak. I know I made a mistake. 'A' would be an understateme...
# A letter to twenty seven, Dear Adity who turned twenty seven, Hey? You there? Are you sleepy? If you're, go grab a coffee, wash your face, tie your hair like that messy bun, and now start. So, twenty seven? Feels great right? You know, I remember the last letter I wrote asking you if you got into love and things lik...
# Escapism or is it? Today is well today, 6th of October to be precise and the year 2021 just in case my future grandchildren might be curious to know. Honestly, these dates have always been for myself to know. To remember that the event or whoever wrote this, lived in past, by 10 secs ago, could be 10 months or 10 ye...
# Invalid page Here's a little something for you. A day. A heart wrapped in a sweatshirt. A cold winter with pecks of sunshine. The stardust falling off from your eyelashes like fairy glitters. The road, filled with the clatter of two souls, walking side by side. The street lights their perfect candle, perhaps a littl...
# Guide to looking busy. To begin with, I didn't really plan this out. And so, I can't give this the catchy beginning that you, dear audience, anticipate. Ever got in places where your eyes just keep watering? Your heart feels a bit broken in petty things and your inner soul keeps on shouting 'why me?' . I am assuming...
# Imperfect days. Reassurances. What do you tell yourself when things don't pan out the way you plan them to go? You tell yourself something that makes you say well that makes sense! . I have a bunch of these in my bag, for your nerves to calm you down. Disclaimer: these only work short term, not effective in long ter...
# What made you so pretty? What made you so pretty? Was it the morning sunlight that peeked in to say 'hi' through the curtains. It couldn't have been. Maybe it was the rain this morning, that drizzled through the sunlight like fairy dust. What is it about your sleepy eyes? Was it the peas in the breakfast, that you, ...
# A letter to Mr. Sticky Notes A rant. A love rant. I am aware of how you may be illiterate. Maybe because things were written into you, and not in front of you? If you could talk, youd remind me of how I never really completed any of my goals. And that writing water 5 liters and sticking it up over the wall wont make...
# A letter to you! We are getting washed away in ocean waves. I wont tell you what we signifies. But we are. It feels like nothing will be left. It will be all gone. I do not know how to stop. These wuthering stakes. I am really trying. No, actually I am not. I am trying is just default template reaction to everything...
# essence of a human I have been proved wrong. I thought what makes a song touching was, the person from who it has been recommended from. Lately, I have realized that it is not the who recommended but it is the who you think about listening to it. A song could mean everything to you in a particular time, but then sud...
# Daily Digest-8th April Life when I grow up will be different from what it is now. And I really mean it. My thoughts haven't been able to escape the heat of Kolkata. Theyve become roasted and dark. You could add them with some poha and theyll surprisingly taste good. Youve a few questions and I can find you the answe...
# Clear All This writer here wishes to do so. Below will be a rant of what I feel about love. Or something I know about hate. There are two things I do. One is that I give, and the other is what I take. Do not get your mind twisted here. We are talking about words. Plain grey words. Why grey? The last lover that left ...
# A letter to twenty-eight! Hey? Now thats, some age to get. Being twenty-eight is some scary shit, and one should not do this more than once- not like they do it again. I am so blank currently. I feel like my sixteen-year self had more perspectives to offer than I do. I am clueless. What is it? What are you doing? Ar...
# Dear Adity(26 wali), Note from the Author: Almost everything that I write has two reasons. One is expression. Second, protection. Protection from what? from these constantly changing thoughts. I am afraid to never feel the same things again. So like my old jar, I protect it. Here's something I wrote turning 16, a le...
# Brains of the Dead Brains of the dead his or mine, Destinies rewritten, stars intertwined Gentle stabs of leather into the skin A blood-colored sheet of him Skies full of feathers, A birds snow or a blanket to hide under, Pitch-black highs on a lovers cry Dangled feet sank into the reflected sky.
# 234 The pavements and roads made a cross, and buildings leaned against each other like they needed support. The sky was pitch black; the streetlights formed dark shadows following whoevercrossedthem like a rebellion had been spotted. This particular night, all the lamps had ceased their shower in a symphony. The lit...
# A couple of hers if I wereher-1 Mom cried the first time she saw me go, I was happy, and I told her how my first day of school was. She did not look at me. She stared into blank space. I could see my reflection in her now glassy eyes. They looked like looking at the sidelines of a beach. A high tide was due. She did...
# shuffled 12am I do not think about you. Or I did not, until now. I am over the feelings. I am over the giggling until I cannot anymore. I am over the thought of thumps up mixed with alcohol. I am over the lying mid road, waiting for a car to meet me dead. I am over the lots of things that I cannot remember, and it p...
# A Day in the Wild Today, I was out in the wildlife. This is what I'd say as a student who spends most of her time indoors. I had to get an admit card for my upcoming exams at college. I just want to describe a series of events. The first thing that happened was that a lady fell between the metro gap while boarding t...
# Missing Why are you missing? Therell be days where you meet people, and there will be days you do not. The point is, realization can hit you at any moment like a frisbee right in the gut. Where have you been? Where were you when everything happened? What were you doing? To a student such as me, I did not had answers...
We can walk down the aisles like we'd get married. You can get a ring that's merely a loop around my fingers. And if I could play our life in loops, I'd still want it. hearts on hearts, mind on mind, we could be nothing but halfs of each other. I could be the evil and you could be the nice. You could be pay for somethi...
The sound of laughter, the vision of a smile, the lips curving into a half moon, spreading across the face, reaching ear to ear, the narrowing of the eyes, the act of doing it, and the act of you doing it because of me, makes me happy, makes me do the same act. We are two horses across the chess board, you there for me...
I write stories for you but they are too long to read. My paragraphs are hefty, my words do not make you sit, its a too much of a google to visit. So I look for music, the one that could carry you and me along with a symphony that could touch a heart. You know there's no feeding anyone can ever do. Will. Will's there. ...
Sundays. I have done all from crawl to cry, from laugh to fly .These days are the beginnings of a week usually, and for me, an end. Sundays have been like that night's sleep we all require after a long day. To me sundays were both demonic, but also something I'd look forward to. Sunday mornings were nothing but bike ri...
Another letter, a last one. Come to think of it, I just stopped after a while. I deleted those emails, I made sure every bit of you was gone and washed off me. But then like the ocean tides, you cover me at all the high tides. On a day you're shallow, you barely reach my fingertips and you're pulled away by the current...
18 march, 2021 Leaves fallen down all the way. A few trampled, a few bended over the joints, yellow and dried smelling of some old love. I wonder if these leaves ever felt remorse for not ending up in someone's diary? How beautiful it would be, to be picked up and loved? I wonder if these leaves just got old, or did th...
“what is it to be alive?” “ it’s a lot of things, buts its mostly about how we feel.” “what kind of feelings mom? Is it liking the way I feel about cotton candies? The sweet and soft and pink. Or when we lay down across grass?” “no dear, its never just those. And it will not be like that always.” “no no no, I want it l...
What do you wanna become when you grow up? a mother? pfft, that lacks ambition,anyways, tell me more. A wife? I would like to have this beautiful library, and a garden, we can learn about life and death in there?I'll love the part about loving and being loved. I'll fight, and I'll resign in his arms each day. I'll pain...
Where do the daisies grow? – ending People search for love in flowers plucked away from the trees. They search for it everywhere, but under the sleeves of the ironed shirt, or perhaps a hot cooked meal in the between of summers. They search for love over the phone while people sitting right in front of them are barely ...
There are two things I do. One is that I give, and the other is what I take. Do not get your mind twisted here. We are talking about words. Plain grey words. Why grey? The last lover that left me said he learned many things from me to which I asked, “all good things I hope?” and he replied “Life is not black and white....
I like my pictures lonely. The way it feels like it was spring the flowers forgot to bud and bloom, like a day the night took over. Like the places you never wanted to go to, but you did anyway, not regretting even bits of it. Like half assed moony smiles, the state of confusion between, to smile or not to? Like dark n...
It's funny how people keep on moving in life, meeting new people, doing everything they can do, clinging on every new appourtunity, and here I am stuck over some old street, your messed hair and the nervous smile, the old. And it feels like nothing new, can ever make it up, no one else. It's that some feeling of someth...
He feels like home. He smells of it. He feels like something so fragile and delicate, and at the same time feels like the stormy wind that broke the vase with tulips by the table. He feels like the pearls as if gently left over the shores by the sea waves. The same waves in which the Titanic drowned. And so did many ot...