We have to begin at some point, right?
I had a lot on my mind. My mother said i had to talk. So basically I couldn't keep quiet and expect things to solve themselves on their own. Or my mind to solve the mess it was in on its own.
My mind was a teenage boy's room. It was a mess. I had to write it out, i had no other way.
Love. I thought I had seen it all, felt it all. But what really is love? The lack of it made me realize that actually there was never really any lack of it in the first place. I always had love. The day I left my hostel, seeing the hostel guard weep made me realize that love exists even when I thought it had ceased to. Break ups can be quiet messy and weepy. If you are a teenage girl and if someone recently left you in a pool of your own tears, you might want to stop believing in love. But love never really stops believing in you.
I'm no love guru, but my mother said I had to talk, remember?
So. love. Four letter word but cant be explained that easily. Well, not without some serious heartbreaks and tear-pools.
So we cant really define love, cant bind it with boundaries and dictionary meanings, cant explain it with a thousand love songs. And I'm too lazy to even write one. So I'll let love be love and love till love becomes too old to be loved. Get it? I'm talking too much mumbo jumbo. Maybe I'm in love.
I had a lot on my mind. My mother said i had to talk. So basically I couldn't keep quiet and expect things to solve themselves on their own. Or my mind to solve the mess it was in on its own.
My mind was a teenage boy's room. It was a mess. I had to write it out, i had no other way.
Love. I thought I had seen it all, felt it all. But what really is love? The lack of it made me realize that actually there was never really any lack of it in the first place. I always had love. The day I left my hostel, seeing the hostel guard weep made me realize that love exists even when I thought it had ceased to. Break ups can be quiet messy and weepy. If you are a teenage girl and if someone recently left you in a pool of your own tears, you might want to stop believing in love. But love never really stops believing in you.
I'm no love guru, but my mother said I had to talk, remember?
So. love. Four letter word but cant be explained that easily. Well, not without some serious heartbreaks and tear-pools.
So we cant really define love, cant bind it with boundaries and dictionary meanings, cant explain it with a thousand love songs. And I'm too lazy to even write one. So I'll let love be love and love till love becomes too old to be loved. Get it? I'm talking too much mumbo jumbo. Maybe I'm in love.
