k.

The protagonist is running late.

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Afterall, we're just living in a world made by Neil Perry's father, and dreams stitched by Mr. Keating.

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WHAT IF HEAVEN IS HERE?

And what if it's nothing up there? What if we were all there dissolved in emptiness, doing nothing with no purpose,no love,no green grass?

What if God chose me and said I'll get to have palms which feel the tingling rush of water, I'll get to see sunsets and my little brother's giggles, old people in love and actors on a theatre stage, blue ocean waves and my best friends hazel doe eyes, what if he said I'll get to have a little plant on my window and watch it grow every morning, I'll get to feel the gushing tanginess of a sour orange on my tongue and crazy roller coaster rides, the smell of new books and my injured knee as I skate for the first time, I'll get to feel my darling's soft hands surrounding my cheeks and I'll get to feel my passion to write. What if he said I'll inherit my mother's beautiful brown eyes, curly hair and my father's round nose, I'll get to be five and sleep in my mother's lap and dream of a chocolate house, oh my god what if it's nothing up there, and this is heaven?

-K.

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The place where sense is made or not is the reader's mind rather than the printed page.

//Stanley fish

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And If the multiverse does exist, then I don't look away everytime you look at me, I rather smile back when you smile at me. I don't run away everytime you approach me, I rather introduce myself to you and if the multiverse does exist then my mind is not a mess and I don't think I'm not good for you and if the multiverse does exist then we don't sleep in two different worlds but rather in each others arms , close, safe and sound.

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Always thought I'm not good at texting, but 1AM texts just hit different .

@summercoffe it was a pleasure talking to youuuuu.❤️

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TO TOMMOROW....

"it's useless to live and there's no juice we get from existing everyday, who are we fooling? Why are we living? What for, who for?"

From the time we take birth to our death we are never told how to live, we don't come out with manuals, everyday brings a mystery along with it, and we live in this never ending uncertainty, how can someone be happy like that, isn't it?

The truth is we are never really happy but we are just satisfied with answers.

Answers we have been making a blind shot on since our childhood to the questions of tommorow's uncertainty. Apparently they are most often true, and we think we are so good at it , that we start to think that our answers, merely guesses are the tommorow's ultimate reality, but when it turns out it no more happens now, that we don't have an ounce of power as we used to have on tommorow- no more, is when life starts to fall down , it's when it starts to ache, it's when you think there's no worth living cause that's how you lived most of the days, but then you realise that this, this is what God sent us here for.

To take all the tommorow's uncertainty and to sink in those questions and still learn to swim on your own. To take birth and to die and in between open your eyes wide, see and feel every colour, listen to every melody that pierces through your ears, to compete with winds, to cry, to laugh, to love, to hate, to wanna live and to wanna die, To tommorow...

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I have the freedom to bloom and blossom in my thoughts,

As much as I have the freedom to rot in them too.

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My pastor told me, when you leave all you take, is your memories and I'm gonna take mine of you with me.

~lana del rey (the grants)

Picture credits: Pinterest

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~ "closing ceremonies", abhidubey

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Poetries are the love letters that their rightful owners will never be able to read.

-nipuna

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STORES THAT SELL CHILDHOOD

I know we all have nostalgia,

nostalgia from a scent you pick up in the middle of the road which takes you from being a normal person with an average height and a little guilt passing life ordinarily to being 6 with 43 inches or so to yourself and having two big gaints (your parents) holding your little hands each from one side.

Nostalgia from a tv show you saw when days weren't filled with thoughts of getting a job, giving mid-terms, finding a life partner, having a place in this world.

Nostalgia from toys , from little clothes which probably wouldn't even fit in your arm now.

I had a childhood and so did all of us. There were so many little things which made our childhood what we remember it to be that in this hustle of teenage and adult life we tend to forget them. The world is changing , generations are , 9 year old kids nowadays are into skincare(ig you heard what kids did to Sephora) while I didn't knew more than a soap and a moisturizer for me. This made me think that kids are having a total different experience into childhood as compared to us. I have my exams coming up and I wanted some stationary. I've been taking a new way home since a few days so I decided to visit a little scrappy shop I always pass by, I used to be so intrigued to that store everytime I'd see it, it seemed so tiny but loaded with so many things that you couldn't even fit any at once in your eyes. It was the kinda store which looks like it has saw this footpath change from concrete to paver blocks, the kinda store which has an old owner who spent life selling new things to people but barely got any for himself. Whenever I would pass by it I'd notice there weren't a lot of people coming there but I wanted to see every little thing that shop had in it. So I made a justified excuse of buying stationary cause of exams to myself and went there. But to my surprise, this one time it was a little crowdy there , a perfect chance for me to stand back and buy myself time to look at everything that little store was hiding in itself. As I spun my eyes around the store I couldn't believe what I saw. Little erasers shaped like rainbow, dinosours,clouds,icecreams,cats,rats what not , I remember being obsessed of collecting all the shapes and taking them to my class with little benches to little people like me just so we could count who had more of them. I saw that big fat pen we all used which used to have all the colours in it , I saw little sticker packets hanging , I saw slates with Disney characters on them, I saw my childhood come to life in that store. I saw little me getting excited for all those things in that store. And I realised that maybe some kids would share the same fragments of their childhood as me and maybe there are these little stores hiding somewhere that sell childhood to kids and adults with children in their souls. I bought all that stuff home and got laughed by my brother but now I know as that dinosour eraser rests in my pencil case, my childhood is alive and breathing there.

-K.

(and yeah that's little me in that picture, credits to mama for telling me how to pose;)

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not a q: I absolutely love your words. Can’t stop myself but to ask if it would be fine for me to write them down in my journal and mention you because i want to come back to them every day I m journaling 🥹

Ofcourse you can, the privilege is mine. It's soo kind of you to ask this even though it's gonna be in your journal. Thank you so much.

Take care, sending lots of love and peace ❤️

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I don't know what I really want. But here or there in my life there's a time when the cycle of my days losses it's air and I forget to make myself coffee. Just when I am done in repairing my cycle and I set myself on the journey once again , I find myself sitting on my wooden chair with my boon of life , my very own little cup of coffee which I made with my very own hands. And I stare down on my feet and they are covered of the white socks I brought in the December of 2023 when I remember not having a lot of money but I still got them regardless, maybe to tell myself that I have a little lot of love remaining in me for myself or maybe to make myself my own parent but now sitting on this dinning table with nothing but silence echoing in my ears so loud that I would run a hundred miles but still find the same silence, I very swiftly say to myself " all I ever want is this cup of coffee with nobody but me and this beautiful silence". And then I suddenly remember how I said the exact same line when I bought my socks home " O' all I ever wanted were these white socks." And this reminds me of how many times I have said these exact same lines for so many things and I know how we say these so easily but I just can't stop thinking how sometimes ALL you NEED can be a white sock , just that simple little thing it makes you forget there's anything else much much more pleasurable than this. Sometimes ALL you NEED is a cup of coffee and sometimes ALL you NEED is a hug and these little " ALL I NEED" somehow are forging your life , this is it. Maybe I would lie in my death bed someday and maybe I will remember all the "ALL I NEED" moments. And this just teaches me how you should never give up on things you love, thing's that make you happy, things that are your dreams , things which are your "ALL I NEED" K .

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I don't know what is it to be free,

Is it to live alone in a strange city with only a killing silence in your room and nobody to sit with at dinner and only sleep with the demons in your head

Or is it to be six , where the world happens in your backyard and you can dance and sing anywhere and you don't sleep with the fear of uncertainty

I don't know what is it to be free.

-k.

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THE WAY YOU CLOSE MY DOOR

I hate it when somebody enters my room but leaves with my door half open

But I love my grandma

And my grandma always does that, and that doesn't make my love for my grandma convert into hate, I still simply just hate the way my door is half open not the person who left it half open.

And this little thing , I think explains why some people love you unconditionally, why you could do some stupid things and mess around but then they will always love you because in this case love overpowers hate.

And this little thing , it also explains why some people fall in love but they never make it to the end because the things which we hate are very fast to turn into hurt and that's why sometimes two people can never live together but they still love each other just not the way they close doors.

-k.

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GREEN

I love green

As in the "look out my window" green

I love green

As in the "my grandma's curtains" green

I love green

As in the "veins I can see on his wrist" green

I love green

As in the " a leaf left unplugged on an orange" green

I love green

As in the " happiness of an ice cream which comes from note my mum gave me" green

I love green

As in the " sight of a blurry hop made by a little frog in the monsoon" green

I love green

As in the " him standing with a stalk of rose on my doorstep" green.

I love green

As in the " I can't fit the infinite leaves dancing with air in my eyes when I stand beneath a tree" green

I love green

As in " the flared top my mom wore on my 3rd birthday for a poloroid" green

I love green

As in " that cup I drank tea in at my friend's house when her mother knew I had cold" green

I love green

As in the " smell of his new Cologne" green

I love green

I love green

I love love green .

-k.

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not a q: i just found you blog and i couldn’t stop myself from reading your writings and like them all actually the word “like” ain’t enough what i mean when i hit that heart button is that “oh, thank you this one went directly into my heart thank you so much here,take a little heart from me as well”🤍

THANK YOU SOOOO MUCHHHH summercoffee. I couldn't stop smilinggg, you just made my dayyyy. Thanks for reading and appreciating my blogs. I'll always try my best to deliver more like these. Thank you Soo much. Sending love and peace.❤️❤️❤️