Light Travels Faster Than Sound. That Is Why Some People Appears To Look Bright Until You Hear Them Speak.

Light travels faster than sound. That is why some people appears to look bright until you hear them speak.

- Alan Dundes

Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry.

-Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

Writings :

Am I overreacting??

Home ??

Piece of peace

Introvert-friendly?

He wanted more

The Abandoned House

Invisible

Sometimes

Life, she's strange

The Last Summer Dairies..

Last summer was slow, painfully slow, with nothing to do and no one to talk to, bored, silent, lonely.. and so my mind has all the time of the world to think - over think - everything and anything cause why not, I used to write stuff that stings my mind randomly.. I spilled my thoughts and the flow of words into the papers soaking them in the ink of my favourite black pen.. now I wanted to put that whole collection here one by one reminiscing every memory - or thought - again!!

Welcome to my Last Summer Diaries..

capturing the moments (intro?)

Intro pt2

Someone's intro~

To my someone

To my someone 2

coming soon..

Tags : #the last summer dairies

"I am a mosaic of everyone l've ever loved, even for a heart beat."

Living Mosaics - by Hannah Hassler

Sometimes

Lonely nights and racing thoughts.. a midnight thought dump..

Sometimes i wonder why was I even born.. And sometimes I'm just happy cause I'm born.. Life can get hectic but it is my life after all.. I feel 'to live' is already a boon.. Bad days come and go.. Good days come and go.. At the end of the day it's my life.. Good or bad.. it's my day..

Sometimes i wish i was born as someone else.. Someone popular.. or beautiful.. or better.. or richer.. or intellectual.. or anyone but me.. But sometimes I just like to be myself.. I could be anything.. i could've been born as anyone else.. but I'm glad I'm just me.. I'm not perfect nor am flawless.. I'm just me.. and i feel it's attractive of me.. Being myself.. being me.. is attractive to me.. I mean if everyone is unique in their own sense.. Then I love my uniqueness.. the same thing that irks me sometimes.. and annoys me many times.. but makes me ME everytime..

Sometimes i wonder what a world would look like without me.. for everyone else it might be the same.. with or without me.. but to me it'd be so boring to even think of a world without me.. because I wasn't even there in it, a world without me, a world- wait! I'm my own world, my mind is my own universe, so a world is not even a world without me, how can I even think about a world without me.. for me a world without me.. Me-less.. is not even a world to begin with.. there's no world to me without me..

Sometimes i wonder if my life is even worth living.. and sometimes i wonder what did i even do in my past life to live this life.. the same life.. but different thoughts and different emotions.. it takes too much to make me hate my life.. and it takes just a single light bulb to lighten my mood and exude gratitude for having that same life.. loving my life is lot easier, while the chaos make me sick and hate my life, they also make me understand how luckier I am to have a life where the chaos never last forever.. it could've been a chaotic life but it is just a balance between chaos and peace.. I'm luckier to feel the chaos that makes the peace even better than it normally is.. I'm haply that I'm just alive..

- 16 sept, 2024.. 12:45am..