Tuesday, May 02, 2017

You still remember me.

Or else you won't be here, on my page. Reading my thoughts, trying to understand them, even after so many years. 

It's alright I sometimes think of you too. If you've grown. If you still detest capitalism. Or if you've seen now that it actually make sense. 

(to be continued) 

Thursday, February 02, 2017

Timing is Everything

Four years after, the very same thought haunts her: On who does she want to be there on her last moments. When she'd be really alive. 

And just like he did, she feels guilty as hell. 



Thursday, January 12, 2017

"I love you too."

Lately I've been having this thought: I wish I don't question so much. I wish I don't think too much. I wish I can just be honest and tell you. 

But complication, and strong feelings, they make me nervous. Most of the times too much. They make me stop walking, talking, breathing. 

They make me stop writing. 

But I do.

(Love you too)