LET'S STAY IN
LET'S STAY IN
A few more days let's stay in,
Read a book or play violin.
Though how long is uncertain,
This too shall pass, that's certain.
Binge your favourite TV show,
Or adopt a dog, so you can watch him grow.
Stay up all night then wake up late,
And enjoy your cup of hot chocolate.
Make biryani, bake a pie,
Or paint a picture and watch it dry.
Call that friend who cares for you,
And watch the sky in brilliant hues.
A few more days let's stay in,
Later you can go trek mountain.
Though how long is uncertain,
This too shall pass, that's certain.
(30.10.20)
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if there's anything tumblr has taught me it's that this guy named franz kafka was in agony 365 days a year
Surpassing mess
Something's haunting me from within
With teeth, claws, and an evil grin.
Unlike what the movies show
Mine doesn't mess with lights and photos.
I don't live in a haunted house,
Nor do I own the dybbuk box.
So why am I troubled when I try to sleep?
Why is my sanity so hard to keep?
Do you know what's even peculiar?
It's how much all this feels familiar!
They've been living within me all this while
Things I shoved down and never reconciled.
My brain can be a surpassing mess
Make the entire horror genre seem witless.
Because I don't live in a haunted house
Nor do I own the dybbuk box
But do you hear a girl constantly weep?
Until I finally fall asleep.
Man just went from this.....
To this !!!!
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I read that Grief is a derived word
A word that stemmed from the Latin word gravis.
Gravis - Heavy.
A weight that we've to carry on our own
Because there's only I in Grief.
Most often there are no exit wounds.
It tears your skin and lodges within.
Sometimes we learn to live with it.
Sometimes we have to cut ourselves open and let it out.
And when there are exit wounds,
You've to be courageous enough to let it pass through you.
Tear open your skin twice.
There's no Us in Grief.
I can only sit next to you and hold your hand
While you're hurting.
Hoping you'll pull through.
And then help you stitch your exit wounds.
Why are Niall Horan fans called Horan-dogs when we could be Horan-y? I mean... it's right there! how could he miss that?
ONLY THING I'll be thinking about for next few business daysÂ
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Every single odd number has an âeâ in it.
endearments in letters to véra
t h o u g h t s
It's been a few minutes,
My head on your shoulder, your arm around me
Neither of us utters a word.
What are you thinking?
You ask, breaking the silence.
I'm thinking,
About the day we finally accepted how we felt,
And then the world tilted, the hourglass turned,
How every day we're slipping away, gradually
One sand grain at a time.
I'm thinking,
How unfortunate it is that our fate's already written
That we were to be like parallel lines
Destined to be together
But not with each other.
I'm thinking,
How long are we going to take it, one day at a time?
One call, one heart emoji, one I miss you at a time.
Like a recovering addict,
Each day takes us twelve steps away from each other.
I'm thinking,
How the time we are together is snowglobe moments.
How we are confined to only a moment in time.
While the world around us moves on and on.
And we relive one perfect yet fragile moment.
I'm thinking,
How we belong to each other today,
For now.
How wonderful it'll be if the world ends today.
While you are mine and I'm yours.
So I don't have to see tomorrow.
When the hourglass is finally empty
When either of the parallel lines ends.
When we are so apart that we stand out of sight
When the snow globe falls to the floor, waking us up.
Instead,
I try to come back to that second,
To your voice, eyes, and presence,
Instead, I say,
I'm thinking about getting ice cream.
