Lost thoughts
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"ज़िन्दगी छोटी नहीं होती, हम जीना ही देर से शुरू करते हैं।
जब तक रास्ते समझ में आते हैं, तब तक लौटने का वक़्त हो जाता है।"
And now you've been so fucking spoiled by things coming to you so easily that you think everything's just going to happen for you.
Sorry for crying. Unfortunately, I have to or else I'll start killing and eating people instead.
I wanted so badly to lie down next to him on the couch to wrap my arms around him and sleep.Not fuck,like in the movies.Not sex.Just sleep.But I lacked the courage and He had a girlfriend and I was gawky and He was handsome and I was hopelessly boring and He was endlessly fascinating.So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that IF PEOPLE WERE RAIN,I WAS DRIZZLE AND HE WAS A HURRICANE.
They say Let It Go
And you end up mastering the the art of pretending to Let Go
But wait
Aren't we all pretending to let go of something we wanted to hold forever
You say you love adulting but you sit alone flipping through the old albums reminiscing the days that slipped away
You say it's just a college but the half torn poster of that dream college of yours is still there in your room mourning your failure each day
You say you don't want him back anymore but every shooting star heard you wish for him To have him back for one last time ,To stare into his eyes for one last time , seeking the last bit of love
You say you want your circle to be small but you miss laughing at the old inside jokes wondering if they still kept your friendship bands
You say death is a part of life but you get mad everytime you realise you won't be able to hear their voice anymore ,mad at life for their early departure
You roll your eyes saying you don't care but didn't those eyes stay up shedding tears last night ,tears from our past love ,tears from our broken dreams ,tears from people we lost
What are we hiding under the cover of pretence
Who are we hiding it from
The world? People? Or ourselves?
I peeled an orange and gave you some
It was an act of desire,
An innocent love.
But I dared not remove the sticky white parts,
In case you would know,
I loved too hard.
