Maybe

Maybe the next time we see each other won't be astonishing,
Maybe it won't be worth writing a great novel about,
And oh, how much I wish it could be.
But I wish we'd realize.

Maybe the next time we see each other won't be fireworks,
Maybe it will be insignificant and common,
And oh, how much I wish it wouldn't be.
But I wish we'd realize.


Maybe it will be the two of us staring at each other across the road,
with the street lights flickering,
And oh, is it ever gonna happen?
But how much I wish we'd realize.
Realize how much we've missed everything, all of it.

If only I could find a way to start this book

Enola yelled, "What is this? What are we doing? How long will it take? What are you waiting for? What.. If you love me, Arun, you don't love me in a way I understand."

And if you promise to stay conscious, I will try and do the same.
-Bright eyes, Lua.

But I'm mad at you

I love you but I'm mad at you.
Does that even make sense?
This is new to me.
To know that I have the ability and the right to be mad at someone and know that it doesn't mean things are over.
That it doesn't mean things are irreparable.
That it just means that I'm mad, but God, I love you.
I love you.
Now leave me alone.

Sylvia Plath said, "If we expect nothing from anybody, you're never disappointed.".

But it's never easy.

I'm rarely mean to others. I have never in my life made fun of anyone's body or pointed out their flaws-not even as a joke. I have never laughed when people stammer when they speak something on the stage for the first time. When I was in school, a girl vomited on my dress because road trips made her sick and I held her hand through it. 

I might have not been perfect, and yes, I have made a lot of mistakes. But I don't deserve this is all I know. 

No one deserves this. 

I really don't. Why is this happening? 

When will things be better? 

Will everything be better off without me? 

I want to feel normal again. It happened almost 6 months ago and I've been carrying it with me and it's growing inside of me. I'm never truly happy. I'm always thinking about it. ALWAYS. 

I know I may not make sense right now... But I just want to leave.. 

I have no idea how he knows when I need him. We can go months without meeting, but when my sky blue mood turns pitch black, he shows up and tells me that it isn't pitch black, it's actually:
Indigo
Pink
Yellow
Green
Red
Orange
Violet
Brown
White
Purple
Grey
But never black. And suddenly, the pitch blackness of my mood won't seem that dark, it seems more like blackness right before the sunrise.
And he brings the sun.

Announcement

Hello, readers. I have planned to start taking up writing prompts to improve my writing skills. As you would've already judged, I barely describe. I write things that you all seem to find relatable and that's why you're reading this right now. 

And I'm planning to write a book. Number one rule of writing a book is 'show, don't tell'. 

Therefore, this is an announcement that most of my posts will be the writing prompts from all over the internet. I will be posting my own stuff too. You can leave me a writing prompt in the comment box, I would be more than happy to attempt it.

Thank you. 

Life

What you're going through right now is a process. How you're feeling is entirely valid. Ignore people who tell you to "suck it up" or "move on", because you can take as much time as you want to. Breathe. This is all a process. People will change and so will you. Let them change. Let yourself change. 

Life is a cycle. Ignore those who tell you that "life goes on". I'm 17 years old  and if there's one thing i have learnt is that there is a hell lot of more to it that three simple words. Sometimes life doesn't go on , sometimes it just stops. And you feel like it'll always be the same.You feel like you''ll never be the same again. You know, sometimes in summer when it is too hot, you forget how it feels like when it's cold. Or in winter, it is too cold outside, you forget how it feels like when the weather was hot. But it does get better after summer. And we get summer after winter. Life is the same. Life is a cycle. You may feel like things will never get better, but they will. There will be sun again. It'll snow again. It can't be summer throughout the year. It can't snow every day. 

This is all a process, sweetie. 

Breathe. Take it all in. Let it happen. 

Things will get better.

 I’M GONNA BE OKAY

 I’VE GOT PEOPLE WHO LOVE ME EVEN WHEN I DON’T REALLY DESERVE IT

 I’VE GOT THINGS TO LOOK FORWARD TO AND PEOPLE TO LOVE AND DOGS TO PET AND RAIN TO LISTEN TO

AND I’M GONNA BE OKAY

WE’RE GONNA BE OKAY.