Little Journal Of Words

 When you give people everything that you have, you eventually feel empty. And then one day when you loose your ability to give out anything, they call you a heartless fucking stone. It's not like it's your fault. It's not their fault either. It's just that with time, everything that you have and everything that you own, exhausts. Almost like a sand clock. You can't just do anything to stop those sand grains from falling. No matter how hard you try, all of it is gonna have enough room to fall out of those gaps between your fingers. It's just how it is. And all you can do is watch them fall and get mixed with those other grains.

So, this is it. This is the end of it all. My insides are so heavy right now, that I can't even spill out any word without blood seeping out of my heart. Last chapter is always the hardest and most heart breaking one to write. Because once you write it down, everything is gone forever. That book would end with a fascinating or a heart wrenching story to tell. Credits would be written in the next page. And then that's it. Over. But I hope that this book would not be the end of the story. I wish with all my heart that this story would have better sequels in the near future. This place and its rooms hold so many memories and stories, that there could literally be a library full of it. The corridors speak to us, like it's been there, seen it all. The benches and walls have numerous tattoos inked on them; each one holds a very expensive meaning to it. The playground has everyone's footsteps marked on it, which would can never be washed out by any storms or rai

After the day she spent in complete felicity, this city felt so familiar to her. It has only been 2 days since she's here. But every corner of this place felt like home. Every block talked to her in a form, like they hold some meaning in her life. She ran like a free bird, caged to die. She wandered like the only leaf that has some life left in it, before the queen of autumn hits it with death. Abigail opened her notebook and started writing: There's one thing that I'm never gonna do again for sure. I'm never gonna let people know how I feel about them. I'm not gonna let someone know when I miss them. Nor will they ever get to know if I love them.  There's this thing, whenever you let people know what you feel like and pour your heart out and be honest, they slowly drift apart or start ignoring your existence. People say that you should confess your emotions and everything, but that's false. No one ever reciprocates .  But then again, how a

As we walk along the stony pavement on a rainy evening, my full concentration is on your words, and what you have to say. You listen to me, waving my hands in the air, telling you how lousy my day was. I don't know what it is, but I don't feel my heart racing inside my ribcage, or my heart skipping a beat when I'm with you. I don't feel nervous like they say; people feel when they're in love with someone. I feel rather calm and relaxed when you're around. A warm feeling washes over me when you are in my sight. It makes me feel protected and surreal. I don't exactly have words to express what I feel for you. I'm not even sure if I'm love. But there's one thing that I know, I don't feel like this around anybody else, and this is definitely not anything less than love, maybe it is more than that in higher altitudes. Maybe not everyone is able to handle this kind of feeling, like not everyone can climb the Mount Everest. And I'm elated

You know what my problem is? I can't fight for the people I want in my life, when someone else is fighting with me. I can't fight back. I just let them take away my most favorite person in the world, and then regret for not actually doing anything at the moment. Because if they really want to stay, they would make an effort to stay with me. I know it's stupid and I agree that I'm a hypocrite, but that is what it is. That is how I feel. But yeah, I'm learning.

You know what? I need that. I need someone beside him to remind me that he was never mine . I need something to never let me forget or get used to the pain of loving him. The pain is excruciatingly beautiful. Something that would make me walk on the daggers that leads to his heart. But of course the journey through the path of daggers is not easy. It would cut me open, so weak and vulnerable. It would make me cry a million times. But when I’d reach on the other end, his heart would be there. Or maybe not? Because he was never mine .

 ' Forever ' is such an overrated word. There's no such thing as forever. Nothing lasts forever.  Remember that time when you were so happy with your life that you thought that the exact moment would last forever ? Well, it didn't. Remember that time when the person you were in love with, said that they're gonna be in love with you forever ? Nope. They found someone better than you. Remember when you were in the hospital bed, sitting beside your dying friend and you promised to hold on to your pain forever , no matter what happens in life? You didn't. People who were trying to make you feel awful about yourself, finally succeeded. Remember the song you loved, the moment you heard it for the first time; you knew you were gonna love it forever ? Nah, you didn't. You heard it a couple of times and then got bored with it. Anything changes and everything changes. It is not about not believing in forever. It is about having the power to accept the changes a

Well, the title explains it all. Ever wondered what it was like when we were kids? If any of our friends stopped talking, we used to bug them with questions like,"What happened?"or "Why are you not talking to me?", till they would start talking to us again. What happened to all that? What happened to us? Did we really grow up so much, that we can't even ask each other those same questions again? When did all those Innocence & Friendship changed into ego? Remember that friend of yours with whom you used to talk about everything? Now you can barely look at him. And WHY IS THAT? Is it really MISUNDERSTANDING? or EGO? If this is some sort of grown up thing, then trust me I don't wanna grow up. Like seriously? Why can't we just talk about it all and let it be the way it was? Is it really that hard? Okay, I get it that sometimes it's hard but did you ever try? Or are you waiting for them to make that move? I'm not that type of person wh