If I fail again, it would be tragic.A grave of what could have been and the fall of every magic. Wish I could say I’m proud of you, like other kids so easily do. But you make me hate it, hate it so much.This love, this affection, with phrases of touch, my heart in a…

At the end of the day, all we want is for someone to notice who we really are.Not the Idea of us, or who we might become. To accept our reality and not just potential.Like a flowing river on its path, appreciate the view you see,Do not think about what its most beautiful turn might…

Told me you like me but your like lasted a month.It’s not that you used me but it doesn’t feel quite right.I don’t know what’s wrong and this is worse. Didn’t you say you like me, why did it end so soon?Your idea of love with mine didn’t work at all. I foretold from the…

In every person I love, I find a feeling of home.What am I searching for? I find little pieces of home, in every corner I explore.What are you looking for?I try to find home, in the way I love and chase.Not just in locations, but also the connections I make. Trying to be the architect…

Does it hurt? When it destroys your life and they don’t remember a thing about it?.Why do people hurt others? I think ’cause they don’t realise the consequence of their actions at all. Does it harm them to be a little kinder?Doesn’t it feel bad when you make someone cry?. I should’ve known nobody thinks…

You didn’t congratulate me yesterday when I attained a new milestone. I’m so proud of you, really, you had that awesome amazing accomplishment too. I wanna talk to you so bad, wanna congratulate you and tell you how amazing you’re, however, despite wanting to, I’ve decided that I won’t. I won’t drag a conversation with…

Is it really love when I know nothing about you and you know nothing about me.Is it really love when I feel relieved knowing you’re not here.Is it really love when you’re dying and I can’t care at all.Is it really love when I need you and you’re not here. Is it really love if all…

One time I remember, you forgot to send me my lunch. In truth, this has happened many times. Then the school hours ended. You came to pick me up. You had messy hair and a guilty expression on your face. I saw you, you smiled. I ran towards you. You hugged me and passed me…

As a kid, I used to love observing people. The emotions that come onto their faces when they feel things.The hesitation, the pain, the fear, the laughter. I was quiet, too quiet for my age. I surely was disconnected, but I observed. The hate, the love, the anger, the shame.I felt things from them, for…

Redamancy, You call it.Not salvation, but solace. Was I broken, beyond repair?Our past, it’s like a scar etched deep into our souls. Will we ever be able to forget it? And Will we ever learn to live with it? This yearning is perhaps madness. Could love really mend this crack? Desperation and hope here mingles…