an excerpt from a story I promise to finish before leaving

if i leave tonight, it wont matter, this is how it will go, probably: my mother will call you late at night, scared that i wasnt in my room. she’ll be pissed, thinking I’m at your house because I’ve been bugging her about it and we’ve been hanging out a lot. you’ll say that you…

walls

you’ll never be able to understand an artist’s mind no matter how much you try. you’ll look deep into his eyes, you’ll try to peer down his soul, just to catch a glimpse of the person his is hiding inside. but no matter how much you try, all you’ll see are walls. walls he’s hiding behind….

leave(s)?

we crush so many leaves everyday with our feet. it’s almost equal to the number of hearts broken everyday. since the past 2 years, i’ve been having many phases. i had a phase when i was obsessed with mermaids. a phase when i wanted a dog even tho I’m shit scared of them. a phase…

7:41 pm.

currently it’s 7:41 pm. why do people always use solid numbers like 3:00 or 4:30, why not 4:56 or 7:23? why do people always say be back in 10 minutes or 5 minutes, why not, 6 minutes or 13 minutes? why do we always end up rounding them off? why do we always approx them to an extent…

excerpt from a story I might write, #1

on the way to infinite, you taught me how to love myself. you made me believe my body an artist’s empty canvas and you had all your colors and brushes set. I learnt to love myself like I had vines growing from my hair and dandelions flowing in my veins. But then dandelions are weeds…

you’ll be okay, you’ll stay.

i will write you letters like every girl does when she falls in love, i will use metaphors related to the stars and how they form figures you’ll never understand. but you’ll be okay, you’ll stay; you always do. i will turn you into an object, or a mere subject, and will compare you to my dead butterflies….

the left & the leftee

left, here: the ones who have left. leftee, here: the who who have been left. (poetic licence? no?) this is for the ones who have been left: no, there’s nothing wrong with you. and no you do not deserve it. and no, its not your fault. there will be people out there who will accept…

a list of things to do on a bad day

a list of things to do on a bad day a. make lists, imaginary lists or angry lists. a list of things you want to do, a list of things that make you sad, or a list like this will work too. it’s a good stress reliever, trust me. i do it all the time. b….

dysfunctional families, #1.

and I’m analyzing the people i’m living with; it was a complete dysfunctional yet a classic family. their oldest son sits in the morning with tea with three sugars in one hand and phone in the other. he tries to think that what must have happened, that where did they go wrong. and what he could do to make it…

learning to cope with heartache

pt1. the heartbroken – get high on steroids, not really but ok. learn to accept it, don’t drown yourself in hope or whiskey. it wont help. fix your friendships, talk to the people you stopped talking to. spend quality with the best friend you didnt before. don’t let the rumours get to you, and don’t start rumours to…

modern incomplete fairytales, #1.5

(read other parts of this whole series; modern incomplete fairytales, 1-5) pt1.5, the coffee shop. she’ll walk into the coffee shop we used to hate. I’ll be there sitting in the corner booth. I wont see her right away. I’ll be busy typing, still trying to finish that one novel I could never finish. I’ll hear a laugh…