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We travelled places
You left me with memories
And sore, blistered feet

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Lost in lonely roads
Went to so many places
But you lead me home

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I shut my eyes
And the world drops dead;
There is where I see her
Making me feel alive all over again

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You are not your own person, really you are not. You are the love of your mother, the pride of your father and the secrets of your friends. You are pages torn from a journal, silent tears on your pillowcase and music you scream your heart to. You are lightning on a rainy night, a cool breeze on a summer afternoon and the fragrance of daisies on a spring morning. You are fragments of everything and everyone in your life, no matter where they are now. You are not your own person but the whole universe.

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I hate it,
When I have nothing to say
Cause that means
I have stopped caring,
And there is no going back
But all I want is to hold on.
It's my heart that decides,
To let go before I do.
And in those blue ticks,
Missed calls,
Blank Pages,
My silence will say
Everything I don't want to.
I hate my silence,
It comes too easily to me
And I hate my heart
Cause it gives up too easily.
I hate it ,
When I have nothing to say
In that nothing I say everything
I never wanted to

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We've lost ourselves in giggles
but found ourselves in fiction.
We are 'distance makes the heart grow fonder' in flesh.
So, will you get lost in lands far away whilst sitting in a cafe with me?

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I think it could be her

//IN CAPTION//

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Is it the mirror,
That scares you
Or is it the
Reflection that
Haunts you?

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Some days
I write,
to find myself.
Some days
I write,
to lose myself.
Some days
I let go of
the difference
between the two.

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