Sadly, I’ve seen people hurting each like if they arent going to be emotionally attached to someone. I’ve seen human killing another human being like if they aren’t going to die. I’ve seen people throwing away their babies like they are just bread crumbs, not living breathing living being. I’ve seen human looting others like they are going to love forever here, in this mortal world. I’ve seen beating heart turned into a piece of stone. I’ve seen human turned in to animal. I’ve seen monsters. I’ve seen monsters wearing human skin.
I dreamed of rain, and felt a little pain,
Can’t hold my tears, that washed away my fears.
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It all started when he’d read the one poem she’d written. That was all it had taken for him to fall for her.
She came to the café for as long as he could remember. She’d get her cappuccino – two shots of espresso and extra foam on the top – and she’d sit down to write. He simply came to get his latte and then would leave. The strange thing was that she was there everyday around the time he was there, just writing away in her notebook paying no attention to her surroundings. One day he noticed her and his curiosity sparked. This was when he began to sit in the café as well everyday, two tables away from her. He studied her, the slant of her hand as she wrote, the eyes and her gaze that would follow the words she had penned. His curiosity increased and he realized that he wasn’t aware of her name yet.
A few days later, it was the same thing. She’d walked in at 4:30 again and he’d brought his work today to work on while she was there at the same time. He’d hoped to spark a conversation with her today. She told the waiter her order and sat down to write. Moments later however, after her order had come, he noticed the tears that were pouring down her face. They were the type of tears that a passer-by wouldn’t notice. You’d have to truly look at her in order to notice them. The discreet tears that were slipping had mountains of pain behind them; he could tell. He decided today was not a good day to introduce himself.
Last night I forgot to wish my sister, it’s her birthday. When I saw a notification on my Facebook account, she was in a deep sleep, so I texted her, posted a wish on her wall (Facebook one), whatsapped her a cute birthday picture. She did the same thing, replied me on every thing. But didn’t wished her in person.
I guess that sums up how much confident and social we are.
Don’t you all feel like running away from the daily routine sometimes? Going far away and never coming back, can’t keep your head straight for no reason, can’t do anything properly. Even in your some favorite things you feel like fed up of those things? Talking to nobody, doing nothing except sitting and staring, and watching everything passes by you, and finding that your heart is feeling calm and good by doing it? Well, I’m having those days. And I don’t know why.
Time don’t change anyone, it just can’t. It’s all about priorities. Priorities makes people look like a different person, but beneath that busy, tired, ignoring and changed personality, there is still the same old, loving, caring and friendly person you left, try finding that same old person who is still waiting for you.
Okay, so things usually don’t turn out as you want them to be, sometimes we plan for the situations we think is best for us, But God has some other plans for us. Which we never knew we’ll have to face, but when we come out of that situation, we realize, that was actually the best thing happened to us. That’s something our human mind can’t understand.