A Realisation

Every relationship has its place in time. Each matures in its own pace. But what is constant is growth. We all have our little notion that "it will never change". But that's just us talking in our little time capsule, unaware of what's really happening outside. Because in order for something to survive, it has to grow and adapt with every little thing that changes with time. And with every change, comes different wants and needs. What remains stagnant wilts and dies. And is soon forgotten. We may not realise it but we are here because of the same.

A View Through Rose-Colored Glasses

"No matter how much you try to be strong, there is still this one person who's bound to make you frail.
No matter how much you guard your heart, there's gravity to pull pain near.
The best thing about being hurt is that not everyone can inflict it on you.
Because the best blow comes from the one you love the most
But you'd still love him for that.
He is your strength and weakness at the same time."

You just don't know it...

Sometimes I die a little inside when  I realise that  it is what it is and not a thing more.
Sometimes I think of it too much that I imagine taking out my hypothalamus and tweaking it.
Sometimes I feel stuck because of an imaginary boundary we subconsciously conjured.
Sometimes I feel like letting it all go, but more often than sometimes I talk inside my head and say that I don't want to lose you (even if I'm not sure if I am gonna have you).
And everytime that I feel taken for granted, I hang on still.
Because I have this weird feeling that I am never going to forgive myself if I let you go.
It's crazy how one person can take over a part of our brains and without even knowing hurt you, break you, make you feel foolish.
Like how you smile like an idiot over old messages.
And how you relate every damn thing living and non living to him.
It sucks. But it feels right.

It's staring me in the face, that big capital S. Laughing and doing its tongue wagging exercise. Its eyes alight with humor and taunt. Its voice piercing my insides like blades. Fogging my head with its malodorous breath. Forcing me to wake up from this poorly fabricated story.