If I fall, will you cry.

This one, time I cried when a girl got hurt. She was a friend, to me. I do not know what I was for her. The last time I cried for someone. Today I was asked ‘if I fall will you cry?’. If I were to be honest, I should have said ‘Never again, because…

The ones who walk away from Omelas. (Short Review)

An utopian city. Everyone is happy, in the festive mood. But one. The city is adorned with bright lights on the surface but is dark underneath. The city has beautiful skyscrapers, but not even a good room for that one little soul, that keeps everyone happy. Utopian. It does not exist. Such a place must…

Clean my life up.

So, I watched a video of monthly tarot reading of my sign and wanted to talk about betrayal because apparently people are now trying to grab my attention and are trying to use me. But when has it not been like that. So I have decided to write about how to clean up the junk…

Types of people I saw at a funeral.

Many come to funerals. Some mourn. Some don’t. I went to this funeral last day. I had no intention of mourning but I was there because I wanted to be. As I entered I touched the feet of the body and took a closer look at its face. It looked like he was sleeping. Not…

Meaning it and excusing it.

When someone says ‘I mean it’ what do they really mean? It should mean that they are expressing their feelings from the bottom of their heart or that they really really want to do something. Which in turn means that they will not make any excuses in whatever case it might be. What are excuses?…

Primrose

Pluck the petals. There are five. Call one life. Call one dream. Which would you love to end with? I know what you need. Because I know you, like I know me.    

Salvation

There is a thin line separating me from falling into pitch black nothingness. It should have faded into infinity before I knew it. But you. I seek salvation and you come to my rescue. I’m constantly put in a loop of damage and blessing. You help me. Anytime. Every time. via Daily Prompt: Loop

Words.

I’m weak. I’m incompetent. Something tells me that I am absolute. But leaves it incomplete. A smile. Not what I want. Comfort. Neither. Silence. Is that too much to ask for?

Chalk Powder.

Chalk powder is compressed and made into a chalk. When the chalk touches the board the chalk powder is freed. I would like to relate this with feelings. Some people don’t express them. They keep it compressed in their hearts. When it is expressed it is finally free. Still dense though. But free.

Secrets

At times I feel lonely. Because I don’t have a set group of people with whom I can share things. Feelings. secrets. I don’t have secrets. I lead the average life of a late teenager. My life is not interesting. People want to have secrets. They think it makes them interesting or mysterious. So that…

But when you’re older

When you are a kid you feel a relentless temptation to act older than your age. Like the elegant, intelligent seeming people that you see either alive in front of you or on the screen. But when you are finally a few years older you don’t feel like acting your age anymore. All you want…