so.. i cudnt stop myself from pickin up my phat-phat and vroomin towards sukhna.....It was pale.. But it was stiill beautifull... basic and intoxicatingly low colors.. givin a low enuf to follow it.. un-intentionally.. without realising... tha's very simple to happen.. very feasible.it was very silent... like.. there was pure mirth to come..no contrast.. but amazing enuf to atttract you soul.
.........so why do people u like.. like only the part they like.. and then.. they are there for jus that.. the moment u start being yourself.. start exploring the not-so-good part bout you.. which you anyways are nothin but glad to know.... they find you "rude".. "mean".. "not-so-entertaing" probabaly.... and they jus dont take it........so here i am.. with my spacepissed off.. and peaced out..nevermeind.. i got my space.. the fragile one which i keep loosin to any n everyone.........Its cold here..slightly pinchin..Jubin dont call again... Tha's how my perfect man has always been.. So who's omperfect.... its me and my writings.. that absolutely never gives no clues bout how m feelin right now... even words become hopeless sometimes..so who's me ? . .
No comments:
Post a Comment