To break a soul and shed them into pieces. To break another soul and turn it into blood crystal powder… Only to mend up your own. Why do people do that? Why do we do that? Why break another recovering soul in the process of mending your own? Why the false hopes The false smiles…
//Pain is inevitable. It will take various forms But it will exist… still. Earlier it was the deep, empty void Now it is the one who has filled this void Close but far away Creating yet another void in me Waiting for him to fill it yet again//
sadly they never considered the possibility of it being the other way round. That because of what I call “anxiety”, I might be having such sleep and food habits.
And this is how two hoomans, with a dank sad heartbreak, ache and stabbed history, not looking for love, found love.
Thank you holy mountains. You never dissapoint me. I love you.
That one night I fell for my happy pill.
My love for my brother, my lust for wandering and my thrill for the mountains made me travel solo all the way to Dehradun at a huge risk.
It was like someone from the future time travelled and came knocking on our door just to tell us, “hey! everything will be okay.”
the world which exists inside us – the intangible world causes the burning and ruins of the the world we can see
to be Honest, I always wanted to experience Something Just Like This.
Two types of missing.
(might seem like tiny things to be happy about) but hey! we should find happiness in the little thing, right? I am starting to find mine. 🙂