Tuesday, 28 April 2015

Moving Out.

Its strange to see yourself trapped in times.

I don't think it needs a physical place to feel trapped.  It is what is inside.

All this time, when I was feeling trapped, I kept myself assured that I'm looking for a way out.

There is a way out, I shall find it if I worked hard enough in looking for it.

Here it is.

I've always felt like there's a skin that separates the ones who're happy and fine from those who've been through the worst and are stuck in it.

I've always wanted to cross that threshold, I've believed in me. I've believed in knowing that there's a world waiting for this version of me that I've dreamt about.

And, here I am. 

Thankyou beautiful world. You've been kind.

I am exceptionally grateful. 

Sunday, 19 April 2015

Breaking apart.

If words could do justice, they'd not exist by now. 

Sometimes, we hit the rock bottom, and don't bounce back.

Its like being stuck there. 

I feel I'm trapped in me. Hating is point one per cent of what it feels like.

Sometimes, when there's losing hope, it feels like the dead end, like you could end it right here. 

Sunday, 12 April 2015

Lost stars.

He was great for her.

But she couldn't be with him.

Sometimes reasons are not needed.

Its about things we don't know about.

Maybe stars.