Stop crossing oceans for people who wouldn’t even jump puddles for you.
As she strides along the road late in the night, she realises that there’s something more to the silence and midnight sky.
She was lost like a fire that was struggling to burn a little brighter. Somehow, the dark, mysterious clouds and violet sky gave her more pleasure than any other.
She always said it felt like home.
She was one of a kind – mysterious, low-key, captivating every soul her eyes met. Always in her own little world that she hardly spoke about, feeling like she never belong anywhere.
Was she sad¿?
She always denied, failing to realise her cold eyes meant something more. She was lost and she knew it too. Too scared to own it all and built a wall so high, never letting anyone break in.
People saw only the cold rage in her but failed to notice a never-ending sky, so beautiful with shinning stars and moonlight that dazzled on her heart.
All she had to do was break free, but with the ironic battle between her mind and heart, she felt lost and defeated. But pretty soon she realised that life isn’t a smooth sail and shouldn’t let it keep her down. Atleast not anymore.
With an intense urge to break free,she burst into a trillion stars into the neverending sky and waits to fall for the one who wishes upon her.
★ They say every atom in our body was once a part of star. Maybe she wasn’t leaving, maybe she’s just going home ★
Someone asked me if I was sad the other day. I said no and I know I was being honest. I can still smile on my birthday and when I pass the test that I was certain I’d fail.
“So I’m not sad, but I can’t say I’m happy either.”
Someday, we’ll forget the hurt, the reason we cried and who caused us pain.
We will finally realise that the secret of being free is not revenge, but letting things unfold in their own way and own time.
After all, what matters is not the first, but the last chapter of our life which shows how well we ran the race.
I want to go on a road trip someday. Alone or with people I love. I want to get away. Explore places. Stop a lot to just admire the view. Visit museums and try out coffee shops. Listen to music while driving. Have a camera. Take pretty pictures of the sunrise. Take pictures of myself. Ruin through a forest. Chase fog. Chase sun. Spend hours on a field making flower crowns. Buy souvenirs. Feel wind in my hair. Meet people. Take time to observe. I want to make memories. I want to feel alive 😊
I will feed myself self love until it dilutes the taste of hatred from my lips, till my mouth is overflowing, till my heart is flooded, till my mind is exuberant with “I love me” instead of “I love you”. That’s how I strengthen myself.
I’ve come across the saying “Losing a friend hurts more than anything” but haven’t pretty much idealised it’s true essence until I was put in it’s shoe.
Out of all the strangers we come across, we only befriend a few and these people contribute to a majority of changes in our lives.
We become partners in crime. Inseparable by heart and lovers by our care and affection.
But how would it feel if suddenly, one day, we wake up to know that they’ve changed? That they have got other priorities? That they can’t laugh, cry and enjoy with us? GOSH//
Friends are the ones we take for granted because of their full time presence in our lives. We just keep thinking they’ll never leave us. Oh my, but if they do, we can never explain the feeling of betrayal, guilt & hopelessness.
In this changed and ruined world, if you still have 2-3 best friends by your side to rant, talk, cry, laugh, enjoy, party, go out on dates-feel blessed. Keep them safe because only when you know the pain of being alone, will you start valuing people’s worth 🍃
[When I almost thought I had lost my friend]
And before her,
And before them,
There was you.
Never forget that ❣
People who feel everything so deeply can never turn off their hearts.
They want the world and everything in it. They want to hold onto it tightly, keep it close and don’t want to lose it.
They feel obliged to save people, to fix them, to make things better.
And yes, they feel too much. I wish they had the answers to why-why they were being chosen to be the fragile one.
So whenever you are, whoever you are, if you feel things deeply-please don’t stop being you. Please don’t stop loving the world and everyone who comes into yours. Please don’t stop hoping for better days, don’t stop trying to get out right, to make things good.
Soon enough you’ll run across someone who will see all these things in you and call you beautiful. They will be glad to have met you.
You’re a blessing in disguise. Don’t feel sorry for your weak and strong heart. This world needs YOU.