I never realised that adulting came as a whole bunch of joy, worries and responsibilities. Today when I try taking out sometime for myself from the schedule that I have, it gets hard. Hard to understand on whats happening. I feel silence all around, but there's a battle on the inside. There's no destruction on the outside, but there's fire and war of emotions that flow like lava and bleed like blood. It's painful, yet adulting is beautiful!!
She: You can be the shoes and I can be the laces You can be the heart that I spill on the pages You can be the vodka and I can be the chaser You can be the pencil and I can be the paper You can be as cold as the winter weather
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He: Cause you're the apple to my pie You're the straw to my berry....
*hums*
She: Some things just give you happiness instantly & you are one of them!
I look at life, Like bruised marks, That neither lightens, Nor heals. But deepens more, Resembling a scar! It's more of a maze, A multilingual one, That one entangled, Tangles many!
Things that might give you Sukoon, When you're at the you're lowest>>>— % &A hot cup of coffee that can be sipped with utmost silence and the sound of winds hauling through the window. A little piece of mind that came with that one cup of coffee!!— % &A walk with yourself with a little warmth in the heart by being yourself and no judgement passed>>>— % &sukoon is with that one person who can give you so much without uttering a single word. It stays between and within that person with all emotions>>>— % &Being lost in your own world, with imaginary people!! Yes, absolutely gives SUKOON, because nothing beats your fantasy world. It's your's and it is the way you want it:)— % &