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Now we learn how to fill the void.
I was always told that you look older than you are and it always felt that my youth would slip right past me. I’m 26 now, and I feel I’m 60. I guess, celebrating ones youth isn’t for everyone, mine seems to have slipped away even before it started.
Days will pass, seasons will change. Time will slip and I’ll age. Why didn’t anyone tell me that no matter how long it takes, the void never fades.
You know what do I moss about us the most? The way you and I could complete stories in a room full of people. You’d know exactly what detail to keep out and I’d know what detail to fill in because, we know what we’re comfortable with and can trigger a bigger conversation. Sometimes, in hindsight I think this is why I loved us, it was us vs them, till it wasn’t.
You cannot make everyone think and feel
As deeply as you do, this is your tragedy
Because you understand them, but they don’t understand you.
Its 9:08 AM, and I am on my way to work. I should be making you breakfast and warn you how it might rain today. Instead, I’m driving and trying to explain how the world looks without you in it.
Intuition isn't there to make you uncomfortable. Fantasy is what deludes you into thinking everything is fine. But with intuition comes a package of courage. A battery that fuels that discomfort. Fantasy lacks that.
I have come to realize
I'm an addict
I crave your attention
When you're near
I wait for others to leave So I can pull out my phone
And get my fix
A simple reply is enough for me To smile and sink into my chair
You're my personal supply of dopamine I'm addicted to how you make me feel
Seems I can never get enough
Even when I have you here
But does that mean it's not real? Once you're gone, I go through withdrawals
I get frantic that you're not close I panic as the hours go by
And I'm left without your voice
To soothe my soul
So I sit and wait as my world To slowly break
Until you message me
And dopamine hits my veins once again
And in a few years it just transitioned from the damage letting people in could do to damage they could see that's already there.
I don't have a tragic backstory. I didn't come from nothing, I came from a family that has loved me from day one and been able to provide me with what I need. I have a roof over my head and food on the table. There are no excuses for me, no limitations, no walls I need to break down. But I'm not a genius. Not a superstar, not this incredible human being. And my greatest fear is that I will never do anything. People with incredible backstories change the world and I can't
Hahah i used to think the dark passenger used to write. But its just a soul that can't stay still that tries its way with words.
The best moment to analyse a person, if needed, is to see how they behave when they don't get what they want.
"But Jawwad I'm pretty sure I'm not gonna feel the same with anyone else" she said. " I'm loving you right now" I said, even though it took a whole lot of contemplation to even say that but then I needed her to know. "It sure doesn't feel that way Jawwad" she said "Feelings aren't real" i replied nodding my head "Feelings are a reaction to perceived wound that's never been healed".
Sometimes when I see her in suffering, I ponder why she would act in this manner. To her wonderful self, beautiful thoughts, and beautiful existence. Why doesn't she want to get better? Then it dawns on me that her pain is the only thing connecting her to what she lost. He is merely a remembrance without the suffering.
Vo has kar kehti hai, "Hamne toh aaj tak haath bhi nahi milaye".
Kaise bataun use ki mujhe khauf hai, ki vo thaam nahi payegi, aur mei kabhi chor nahi paaunga.
Ya shayad jaan kar bhi anjaan ban jao
Haha isi liye bachpan sey tumne meine AnJaan hi bulaya hai.