A little bit of fiction. A little bit of you and I.
Happiness is a state of mind. Your state of mind. Who do you think is responsible to keep it peaceful/sane? I think happiness is a personal choice. I didn’t approach it that way before but now, I do strongly feel it’s a choice. Your choice. It’s easy to sit back and think you are a [...]
I didn't talk to you all day that day. Excited. I was meeting him after a very long time. Shuffling through my rack, I found a pack of colored foam that you'd gifted me to make something for you with. I Picked up a box and neatly lined it with yellow foam from that [...]
It was two weeks to go before I moved back home, and it was the first of many times that I felt this. "Discomfort." "I won't be in touch with you, once you're gone." You'd say and flash that smile that took away all the hurt from that sentence. That one sentence that killed me [...]
I distinctly remember that day. A rush of adrenaline gave me the courage to do something I had never seen myself doing, ever. My ego most often ruled over me. With a virgin mojito each. You and I sat looking through pictures, at our 'adda'(place). I can't remember what we spoke about because my mind [...]
That Place. Everyone has a place that's close to them on an intimate level. Some sort of go-to place. Knowingly or unknowingly we keep finding ourselves back there, in that place. To some, this may be their Happy place. Mine is more like a place where my mind turns blank. I've experienced a rush of [...]
Dear Me at 16, Mom freaked out on seeing that neighbor boy talk to you. Later that day, Dad freaked out too (How could you have a male friend? OMG). They eventually accept that you have friends who are boys. It takes them two years but they're cool, now. Dad offers beer to my guy [...]
Look at what you've done, Taken her sanity like it was your own. Watching the fire You started, Smother it till it dies, Slowly and then all at once. You let out a smile, your bait. Like She was a kill to display on your wall. Bloody proud of the Wreck You created of an [...]
The first time you returned home, you felt relief. Happiness. Protected. You wanted to make the best use of those seven days that you were home for. When things got rough away from home, you wanted to run home to your comfort zone. Once you were there, everything seemed right, in place, and you didn't want anything to [...]
'A puzzle of six, missing a face'. Each playing their part to cover up that space. . He, with the beard and the infectious smile, Can bring her to sing with him whilst driving a mile. . He, with the Phineas head, dressed in white, Can converse his way into setting her swings right. . [...]
Girl With Four Names. 