back frmo the trip/ silence

id rather we break up when you'd still feel sad than break up at a point when u dun feel anything anymore

something so true tt only hit me the moment i said it out
and i heard the cracks in ur voice n knew there were tears
and i couldnt bear to do it
and u were a child n separation from love was jus wrong
u dun do tt to children do you
do i sound spastic or wad
but theres this graveness in me

so many things in life to figure out

this conundrum came , stays....

kinda miss hk days

the everyday wordless companionship
despite tension
despite inner strife
alone in the room
alone together har har trite oxymoron employed again
just that sweet presence
of your specialest somebody in this whole wide world

dying for love suddenly doesnt seem such an abstract concept no more
not so far off
not so impossible
not so unreasonable
not so incomprehensible.....


doesnt it feel like we're together already.. even if we dont say it?