Strange how sometimes criticism sounds good. Strange how sometimes you are hated but you are numb to it. Strange how sometimes all you can hear is noise.. without sounds. Like how strangely you start existing outside yourself. In this strange new world. Where the entire world just goes on talking but they are nothing but moving mouths..and its like being underwater..and the only thing that i can sense is you.

So i'll turn away when i see you in the emptiness. Hum out some tune maybe when i hear your voice in the silence. Hug my pillow tighter instead of feeling you in the air. Just do something, anything, to fill this void behind you..

Its like i am stuck in august. Stuck in the beauty of it. The care free days. Our laughs. The endless kisses. The tight hugs. The little things u did that meant so much to me. How small all our problems seemed. It was all so dream like..
So much so that now the reality seems unreal.

You are nothing like them. Nothing i've ever seen.


But thats what makes u everything to me.

All my mistakes. All your mistakes. Everything that happened that shouldn't have...

Just made me realise that you find the most beautiful things in the ugliest of places...

Because through that all...

I found my soul...

Holding on to you.

Nothing can be louder than the words i hear in that silence.

I don't believe in unselfish love. Love is all about owning and keeping. Letting go isn't love. Its moving on..

There was a hole in my wall that i boarded up. The birds are making a nest for themselves in the remaining crevices..

At times you need complete madness and confusion to see through things. And you thought reason was all you needed..

I'll sit here and watch you fall into the pit inside of you.

This is one thing i am doing right. One thing that is completely guiltless. And just that knowledge will light my way..

You can dirty yours as much as you want but i wanna keep my slate clean...

Thats all i really care for.

I have always wanted to be so much more but have never been so. Wanted to do so many things but couldn't. Wanted so much to shed this costume that i am wearing and don some other one and be a different character but somehow have always failed. Always been stuck being me. Always thought that second chances might help but no matter how many times i start over i always end up making the same mistakes again.


Never realising how very perfect my flaws were.

Do you really think that what you are wishing for is going to make you any happier unless you are satisfied with what you already have?

You are the water that my colour spread in. And now no amount of science can separate us.

Blank walls and pages have a certain allure to them. The urge to bring them to life. Or rather infuse ones life into them.