Pensive thoughts

"The world is full of chaos and the only mistake we make is get too attached to it."

 ~Yours truly.

The 90's kid

Today has been one of those random days which started with me tripping on this.

And what followed was complete mayhem. I indulged into a full-on trashy 90s music spree until I was showered with swear words and cold stares. Well, that really didn't stop me considering I played this song on loop and my boss called the IT department so that they can take away my speakers.

Anyways, what I realized today is that no matter how much we call the 90's music trashy, IT WAS RIDICULOUSLY AWESOME!

I mean, come on, imagine not giggle-grooving to Baby got back ! or Ice Ice Baby.

Lets not get into this cuz I can tell you a billion 90's songs that I absolutely adore.

Till then, I'm Gettin' Jiggy Wit It!

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A fine summer day,
to hold your hand and walk the beach.
To lose ourself
in easy conversions and comfortable silences.


A fine summer day,
to be by myself.
And
remember you.

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"No, there is no such thing as love. Just attachment. And sometimes lust"

Embrace

Let's rediscover the world we lost,
of fairies, magic portions and sparkling lights,
where you were by my side
with a bottle of wine and a blanket of sweet oblivion.

The times of hopeless reveries
of stars gracing the days
and sunshine lighting up the night sky.

Where you slay the demons,
the ones hiding beneath my bed
and the ones troubling my thoughts.

Just for a fraction,
let's rediscover the world we lost,
of fairies, magic portions and sparkling lights,
As you and I let loose in an embrace
of the final goodbye.

Excerpt from my diary.

...the time of obvious understanding that your people were still your world.

It sucks to be stuck in the vicious cycle of nothing and everything. Where the fine line between the right and the wrong gets stepped upon so much, that one fine day, it conveniently disappears. And you don't even notice. Days filled with a constant chase to meet the ends meet. All in vain, of course. Nights of dreamless sleep and dreams on sleepless nights.

No, it's not as bad as I make it sound. It sure can be better. But isn't that the story of our lives?

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#55wordstory

If you are on twitter and you don't know what #55wordstoy is, you sir are a waste! =P Heh. But seriously, I love this project.
Here are the two stories I have contributed so far.

Theme 4 - Glass

Funny, how the oblivion leads you to believe in the illusion of perfection. One moment you are in the ecstasy of surreal love and then, life happens. One cut is all it takes. To forget. To hurt. To let loose. Pain induces pleasure. It’s time to let the second wine glass shatter on the floor.



Theme 20 - Bottle

There it was, right in front of her very eyes. She stared. A lone tear glided over her flushed cheek. “Danger” it read on the label. As if she hadn’t played with some before. But this time, she really had had enough. Yes, for that moment, her life was miniscule compared to that tiny bottle.

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Yes, I know. I will try and write more.

Also, little miss emo?

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