Doors to Close

You know, sometimes after moving far ahead in your life, you feel like you have left something or someone behind. An open door which is supposed to be closed and the problem is that it isn't. We all have these invisible doors in our heads that we leave open for someone or something that is out of  our reach. No matter how far we go, we still cant help but look behind hoping, that someone just walks in through that door. We walk away from someone in the process of moving on but still leave that door open, in hope of getting them back. And with that open door, we leave a part of us behind, standing in front of that door, waiting.

One Last Time

I know, it's the Valentine's day and I shouldn't be posting stuff like this but who cares?
You don't know when its the last time you're seeing someone. You don't know when its the last time you're seeing them smile or hearing their voice. You don't know when its the last time you're looking into their eyes and considering yourself lucky to be a part of their life. But when they are gone? That is all you can think about. 

As I've mentioned before, life is very unexpected and it surprises you all the time and today I watched it happen to me. I saw life turn in a way which made me rethink every possibility.

Memories of Glass

A few days ago, I used to wish that there was a thing called "brain transplantation" through which I could erase some specific memories. Not that I hated those memories but it was just hurting way too much to remember how perfect something used to be before it got ruined. You cant count me in the people who say stuff like- "Don't be sad that it ended, be happy that it happened". Its serious shit and trust me, I'm not much of a positive thinker. I don't think that looking at a messed up thing and being happy because it was beautiful before can practically be done. Its stupid and impossible.

Strings Attached

Goodbyes can just fuck off because I hate them. They are like a flyleaf of a novel with a sad beautiful tragic ending. The last empty page which keeps reminding me that there is nothing more. Its where  I wish the story would've ended differently or maybe gone on forever. Or maybe the book could have a sequel  .But sadly goodbyes are forever.They're like synonyms to the word "The  End". I can say goodbye to people and things but never to the memories they leave me with. To the little things I want to relive everyday without knowing that its all gonna end someday. Maybe that's why I hate goodbyes.

I Almost Do

It takes everything in me not to call you
and I wish I could run to you
And I hope you know that every-time I don't
I almost do

Bittersweet

Have you ever felt like wanting the same thing you're running from? Have you ever held on to something which is long gone? Have you ever tried to preserve something which had decayed long ago? Have you ever felt that you are taking more than you can get? And you still follow it. You feel guilty when you want it and it chases you if you run from it. That feeling is bittersweet. Its not wrong but its not right either. Its not even something in-between wrong and right. Its just both at the same time. I have heard that we should never blame anyone in our lives because everyone leave us with something to hold on to.