We Don’t Know How To Say Goodbye Anymore
Is it easier this way? Is it easier to just fade without a warning?
I Hate Small Talk
Enlighten me please with your wildest aspirations, the ones we never admit but silently tell ourselves.
Our Morning Routine
This is how we exist, intertwined in each other’s trust.
To The Broken Girl
Eventually, a brave soul approached you unlike the rest of us cowards.
This Is How You Let Go
This is how you’ve endured, hands clenched and heart sewn by a concavity of emotion.
Happiness Is Fleeting
There will be anxiety and you will be an infusion of nerves, susceptible to the slightest trigger. Each feeble disappointment, each missed bus or train, each misplaced item, each will be a catalyst.
This Is How He Loves You
He doesn’t just remember but cherishes these memories of you. Each and every memory is a stretched tale told as if the story of you and him is an ancient fable.
The Art Of Holding On
You will be fixated on misery and grief internally. Not always but in fleeting moments, it always comes back. In your mind you will always resort to whatever pained you.
Introducing Myself To My Persona: Growing Up And Growing Out Of Yourself
Do you ever wonder at what point you become a grown up? Is there some pinnacle age? Do we pass some standardized experiences before we claim such a title? Because everything I associate with adulthood is underway like the 9-5 grind and the financial responsibilities.
To The Girl On The Train
I am the embodiment of nerves on the brink of collapse.