come on, let's move on.

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.

don't come into my life, if you have no intention to stay.

i guess i wasn't loud enough.

maybe, maybe, maybe.

if we hope too much,
things will be different.

the smiths

i like it when it rains because i get to watch people on the streets with their fancy umbrellas from my third floor apartment.

i like this random feeling when it rains, it's surreal- like a unicorn of bright, blue clouds brought about by your what ifs that i never doubted.

i meant it when i said you're beautiful. so let's make a deal; i give you my heart and you take me for granted. afterall, i have a lifetime of broken promises to spare. i will be fine.

come, the rain has started. let's continue with this fiction as 'the smiths' play on the background. everything down below looks pretty from my third floor apartment. everything.

fear is tangible. it takes you by the hand into a whirlwind of fragile half-truths and dismay.

fear is a person. and it breaks your heart.