It was one of those days when crying is the nicest thing you can do for yourself.
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It was one of those days when crying is the nicest thing you can do for yourself.
An irony as old as time, to not be allowed to do things by men and then to be taunted by those same men about how you did nothing in life.
When life gets so stagnant and boring that you start living in daydreams more than in reality and then comes a time when you feel nostalgic for things that were only in your dreams.
I thought I was over you, but you still dominate my fever dreams.
How frequently do I cross your mind? Or how intensely?
Am I just a passing thought? Or an everpresent longing?
Am I just someone you used to know? Or a love lost in time?
Am I in the back of your mind? Or the forefront of your heart?
And when you see me again,
Is that the flicker of recognition in your eyes? Or the strike of a heart breaking all over again?
Am I still holding your heart? Or did the time hand it back to you?
~Me
In the middle of demanding necessities of the physical world and pressing turmoil of the mental world, numbness is the only thing that understands me. So I let her engulf me.
Be nice to yourself. The world is already doing the opposite, you don't need to join them too.
That weird nostalgic moment when you visit your old school and the memories come flooding back and you can't decide if you like that life better or the current one, so you just stand there staring into space.
End of winter and unseasonal rains make me lonely,
Growling skies, splattering rain, cool-soft breeze and smell of damp soil,
The earth feels monsoon without monsoon and I Feel hope without hope,
My eyes are dry but the sky seems to be crying on my behalf,
The soft breeze has now turned wild, and the light shower has now turned to a waterfall,
Is it the window that's blurred or is it my eyes, is it the water from the skies or the water from my eyes.