How is it feel to be in control When everyone holds the pieces of your brain but never you When everyone wanna teach you in a little version of themselves When you struggle each moment just to be like them It’s like you are on a thin line of your…

Are you dreaming or just lost in thoughts? Is it the changing weather bothering you or the sound of silence at night? Does the intimacy of wind touch you gently or haunt you? What is it, what bothers you the most, the dream or just yourself? How’s your blood in the veins crawling, is it smooth or rushed when you are alone? How do you feel about your youth, do you live recklessly that you have nothing to lose, or do you believe in doing the work to achieve things?

Chapter 4 (B), THIS IS MARKETING BY Seth Godin — How do you stand out in a market and make people believe that your product/service is different from others? By Making them realize that your cause of creating this is important. That you can make it worth, more than the price they are paying for. This isn’t some Unique Selling…

Each day you live with the last worst thing happened to you. Each day you carry that heaviness with you. Untill the moment, something worse than worse happen. And then, you forget about the past because you have new scars now. The world you believed in for years, suddenly becomes an lie. A lie that carried away the heaviness in your heart, just to bring more and heavy version of it.

Useless. Unworthy. Wastage of time. I have a particular feeling, I don’t know it’s name or maybe I just don’t wanna name it and analyse it; that everything I am doing is useless. It doesn’t matter how far I can go. It doesn’t matter if it’s just a process. …

There are days when all I want is to stay To stay where I belong To be in the place that is not for you, not for anybody, but just for me To be with the person who stays with me after EVERY party To do the things that are monotone but mine To live in a place where all I can see is Life in its raw form The days when we want to settle down, Aren’t those the days for which we do everything, every day

I don’t know what it was, when you held my hand just for the sake to protect. I don’t know what it was, when your eyes glitter up with my every achievement. I don’t know what it was when I showed you my ugly side, and you cared for me. I don’t know what it was when we were alone, and you showed me your insecurities. I don’t what it was when we laughed together, when we shared our cry, when I belonged to you.

The time when I decided to disappear from the face of the earth. It was not sudden but happened very gradually. The realization when how small you are for anyone to care about. It happens slowly when you start maintaing a distance from everyone and one day you lose touch…

I am quite not sure about it, but why the heck I am still sympathizing with Ryle !!!! Of course, it screws me up the way he did whatever he did, and not even an explanation of 200 pages can cover up the domestic abuse, that he did, and not…