Wilted Words

He is lying in your arms, breathing evenly, his eyelashes seem really long from up close, and his heart is beating in sync with your own. You can feel his heart despite your skin and his and all the barriers between them, but you swear it's almost as if his heart is beating inside your chest.  and you realize, that you and him, you start war in each other's heartbeats.  You stroke his hair, and the length of his face, and at this moment, you can't think of a reason why you wouldn't want this to be the way you spend every single night of the rest of your life.  Here comes a feeling you thought you'd forgotten. You wish if there was a way you could let him understand how much you love him. If somehow you could transfer some of the feelings you have into him, because no language can exactly translate it, no amount of words can convey it. Sometimes it feels bigger than you as whole. You don't want to admit it but it scares you, because the more you try to co...

Long time ago, I had an irrational impulsive heart, and I hated it. I thought it was a fault in my character, something I should work on and try to fix, as if I was a broken lamp. I tried to prevent myself from feeling things so intensly, but I couldn't, I know I had to accept this problem in order to change it. at first I tried, and I failed, every bit of emotion emitted from me was forced to stay inside the frame of my body, my skin was a physical barried that kept these feelings swarming withing me. I practiced it. At first it was not easy, I turned into a timed bomb. A moving living bomb. sometimes I felt the volcano searing its inside me.  and most of the time I couldn't handle it. My swallowed tears were the only thing I used to put out these fires, it took a long time, but eventually, it worked.   I did it. or maybe overdid it. because now I don't feel a thing, I didn't know this will be the side affect. this emptines...

There is so much you want to tell the universe. but the universe is nonchalant and ignorant. The world walks up to you and says hello casually, every single day, in the hallways or whenever she sees you. Every now and then you make up your mind and decide that this is going to be the day you face The universe, but all the courage that you built up the past few days betrays you, and you drag your feet back in defeat. you make yourself the same promise, only to break it again, over and over and over. You can't do this anymore, but you don't know what else to do. maybe if it wasn't for her careless walk across the room, or the way she effortlessly smiles as if she doesn't have a speck of a worry or an ounce of a burden on her shoulders. you hate her, but at the same time, you know you can't blame her..   after all, you're the one who's impact by the majestic sound of her voice and the calm blue of...

The same moon hangs up every night in the same sky. Tonight I am watching it like I always do, but this time with slight differences. I am not watching it from your roof, but from a small window in my bedroom. and I'm watching it without you. For some reason I feel like you are watching it too. and in that alone I find some consolation. Love was different for us. We never had a typical love story, or what many people will regard as normal. What we had was delusional, irrational and a bit crazy, the kind of thing that only comes to you once in a lifetime. It was not a fairy tale either. you do not believe in this kind of  ''childish'' things. Yes, our love couldn't be defined. Simply because it didn't fall under the common definition of 'love', but I can assure you it was the most pure and true form of it. It was the realest and the most wonderful experience I have ever had. You were the reason why I stayed up all night althou...

Turning twenty is an awfully big deal, you are not a teen anymore, no one has the right to treat as a child now. Everything will be different. It's supposed to feel different. now you get to be independant and think for yourself instead of being the box that everyone  deposite their thoughts and beliefs in. Now you can figure it all out. The past five years of  revolting confusion has come to end, right? no, sorry to burst your bubble, but that's not the case. Actually, the first few years of your twenties are life the first years of your birth. You realise that there is so much that you have been missing, an a lot more things to learn that you ever thought you could, and that the world is so immense and enourmeous, and that your journey in this life has just began. At your early 20's, you still need to learn protocols of human communication, you still need to digest and process the complexity of human beings, you might not get there right aw...

- One word can fill three cold months of winter with warmth. - Human soul is capable of wonders, and no one knows how really strong they can be, until they're forced to. - When the waves hit, you either choose to run away, but it will be at your tail and eventually it will catch you, or you could try to swim, and you might drown too. But you can hold still and firm, try to stand tall, take the major hit and wait for it to end. -  Love is really hard to achieve because it's abstract, and it's almost impossible for us to define it, it's almost impossible to believe that something is concrete other than our true selves. - It's a wonderful feeling to be happy with someone, it's even better when you become a source of happiness to someone. - Everything is relative and temporary. - If I had a chance to go back in time and give my younger self a piece of advice, I'd tell her to stop worrying about everything, because everything works out at the end, eve...