String by String

I was reading up this particular paradox the other day. It said that in every seven years, every cell of the human body gets replaced by a new one. The question is, if each and every cell in our body is changed to new in a lap of seven years and we physically become a new person then how can we say that we are still ourselves? How can we call us by our birth names, when in fact that body no longer exists. 

Falling to peices

Cause love doesn't hurt so i know I'm not falling in love, I'm just falling to pieces  

Bursting Bubbles

Recently, I was wondering how it'd be like to live in a bubble. I know it's weird, but then its me, so I can't exactly help myself. Anyway, I started imagining the whole thing. Living in a protective world, away from all the danger and ruthless people, floating lightly and peacefully around. But then it occurred to me, that we all do live in a bubble. A bubble of lies, built to protect us from the harsh realities of this world.

Tiny Little Bottles

I believe that memories are like little perfume bottles stored in our mind. Each having a distinct fragrance, color and effect. Even after a long time has passed, you just need the tiniest rippled to cause a flood, bringing in these distinct feelings and fragrances gushing into your mind. But these floods sometimes cause a little damage. They remind you of better times which make you nostalgic. Or the stormy days that make you wonder how you survived. Each little bottle has its own significance.