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Dream(s)
People dream,
But Dreams change ,
People change ,
Times change ,
This guy I used to know ,
I lost him
I lost me
I lost myself in someone
Someone stupid enough to fall for me
My dreams changed
I changed
My current dream ?
This place where I’ve never been
Nor do I want to
Not in this life
This place of snow
This place of people
One of those many amazing people is my dream
She’s my best friend
Growing up with my best friend is my dream
They say the better karma you have
More are the chances of ur dreams coming true
I wish I could grown up with her
Grow with her
Become that old bag of bones that wish for one more day with her .
Cry with her
Run with her
Fall with her
Fall for her
Fall for her again and again ,everyday
She said everyday is our “date”
She meant that if we have a date
We’ll think of each other on that day after we breakup
We will be sad.
What she doesn’t know is
If “everyday is our date”
Everyday will be “that” day
Everyday I would want to talk to you ,my best friend , my girlfriend .
Our pact is to not fall
But my dream is to fall for her
Fall for her in my next life
My dream is to grow up in a place so special, that god himself chose for her(Shimla).
I wanna be kids with her
Holding hands
Walking through the biggest snow storms
But maybe it’s too late in this lifetime
Next life is our time
We will be kids again
Everything would be the same
But you’ll have me
I will have you
And we will grow up together.
We will fall again and that is when I will say the forbidden 3 words to you .
Ps/iloveyou
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What am I most scared of?
Her smile
The way her cheeks shine every time she smiles
Those cheeks make me happy
They make me anxious
Why anxious? Idk that maybe one day will come when she doesn't like me anymore? Idk that I might do something to catalyze the very thing I'm most afraid of? .
I asked her “what are u most afraid of?”
She replies - “darkness”
She’s afraid of darkness
I find her interesting
I'm obsessed
I tell her that from time to time
But the catch is ppl can be blind sometimes
This is a very generalized statement but i think if I keep showing how much I'm obsessed
A day might come when she might not need me anymore
She might not feel the same obsession
She might have a reason to not feel the same
My feelings? They’re intense
Why do I write this?
I heard that it's a good way to dissolve anxiety
Remember how she said that she’s most afraid of darkness?
Well let me say this “I am too, I am scared of the dark” but my dark is a bit different, dark as per norms is the nothing, no control, no stimulus ,just….nothing.
Heck even Schrödinger said that if there’s no observer present to observe an entity, that entity doesn't even EXIST? as absurd as this sounds but this is true
At least on a quantum level.
Let's jump back to what type of dark I am scared of, darkness for me is every second spent without :
talking to her
Looking at her
Listen all her yapping
Getting lost in those eyes of her
Observing every little detail about her
Everytime i get to play with her hair
This is light for me
This is vision to my eyes
Waves to my ears
Pressure to my skin
Ions to my olfactory receptors
Taste to my tongue
So if darkness is absence of external stimulus to our senses then yes every second i spend without her is darkness for me.
This is what I'm most scared of .
This is fear and this is my anxiety.
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