today I realized, that sometimes people say things only because it feels right for that moment. over time, it loses meaning until you start to wonder whether anything at all was meant.

maybe not.

emotions are but passersby in the train station waiting for the next ride. they're deceitful; they make you feel special and leave you behind hopeless and irreparable, like ice cream falling off the cone.

not everything that feels real is real, but being misled is an art.

the heart is a battleground.