The winds blew, and the leaves were still, in response to the spooky air. No sound was heard, no noises were made. This was a silence that made me feel unsafe. Some awake, some roaming around some watching the scary yet enchanting view outside their windows. Back and forth, we turn to see not a … Continue reading The Spooky Hour.
One ‘You’, Another ‘You’.
There’s one ‘you’ that ran into my life, kept constructing a bridge of words that drove me to explore through the ocean of our bond. Some day, though the sea turned dead, lovely waves unmoved, unseen I caught zero actions. you left, but you existed. I drowned, yet swam back to the shore of my … Continue reading One ‘You’, Another ‘You’.
With everyone, yet none.
Carrying several burdens, all my life only protection and attention were showered on me, leading to both good and bad. Once naive, now formidable The eternal gratefulness inside me is for the caused profound impact. With lessons conveyed from every incident, I grew up with everyone beside me yet, learnt about the world with none … Continue reading With everyone, yet none.
Feelings Of A Fangirl.
Hush, it's 2.45 am Still uninvited by sleep, with wide eyes, I dream. My thumb presses on Youtube all at once, as my heart flutters at his very existence when I catch upon his videos! Yuuuussss finally! Ringing in my ears, so deep is his husky voice A curve forms on my lips at the … Continue reading Feelings Of A Fangirl.
That One Scar.
“It was a day of power-packed joy. The echoes of loud yet sweet laughter were heard. Indeed, my friends and I were legit having the time of our lives at the restaurant, eating our hearts out and reviving high school memories that were full of ups and downs, yet more than worthy of cherishing. But … Continue reading That One Scar.
Four Hours, Four Hundred Emotions.
The first hour, with every word I heard clear as day every minute of it I felt, what a day of dismay! My heart had pumped bigger and bigger in the seconds, I felt the running blood of anxiety instilling fear and nervousness all over my body. Refrained tears stay dry as I look for … Continue reading Four Hours, Four Hundred Emotions.
BEING DIFFERENT.
"This was it. Ever since I fell from there, everything along with me, had taken a toll on its turn. I was far from being one among the infinite group of lush, eye catching, pretty green leaves, which everyone had loved to see and take pictures with and of. I didn't know why, but it had been bothering me. … Continue reading BEING DIFFERENT.
