Their Eyes Stare Close,

Everyone needs their dark space,

a safe place,

in a dark room, under the blanket or

in them closed eyes.

Where they can hide away from the world,

just for a moment,

think the whole goddamn universe

and just be...

i am maybe she.

and i wish to save her, badly.

for maybe she wouldnt stand.

another hit. another blow.

she might scatter in millions.

and dissolve.

in what they call, life.

-mauli

She was magnificent like that

She took the hits

She gathered the pain

And she weaved it into

Something beautiful

Something just like her

Be a raw and wild

Poison ivy

in this field full of

sensitive little touch-me-nots.

Be a witch ,

to those who try to hurt your soul,

and trust me honey,

then on you'll be invincible.

Life's tough,

but so are you.

Tough time never last

but tough people do...

I think it's quite pitiful, when you get tired of hearing your own voice. When you are tired, so tired, that you embrace the silence... ☆☆☆

this hit.

They might be filled with regret, they might be filled with pain. But for who picks out the gems from it and keep it safe, it all was never in vain..

Memories are always special. Sometimes we laugh by remembering the days we cried, And we cry by remembering days we laughed! That's life.

I've never gulped water with such rush. With such restlessness, like i do now. I hope for it to fill me up. Completely. From inside. Like its a heavy plug. The hole in my chest would stop bleeding for once, and my heart would float for a second in the emptiness, it used to drown in.

-mauli

The biggest yet the most painful thing one learns while growing up is that, Nothing Lasts Forever. Time flies, things change , people and places change and so do our relations with them.

Even in any sitcom , you see the cast not only bond on screen but also in real life. Yet , as years go by, they get busy and we hardly see them together. We are left, wondering, if they still matter to each other as much as they used to. What changed? In life, we learn, nothing ever doesn't change. And no matter how much it hurts our heart and makes us weep, we can't control it. The Art of letting go is mastered by few fortunate people. As for people like me ,I still get tears seeing the last season of Girl Meets World, realizing that thunder and lighting was not forever, time and distance came in between, something and everything changed. I get broken-hearted , keep wishing for their caste reunion and Happy Ending. But turns out, that's life.

No matter how much it sucks, each and every life any human lives, it is full of forevers turning to nevers...

Not expecting anything is the easiest way but the hardest thing to do, afterall , we are humans. Life goes on and We cant control all the changes. The only thing we can control is ourselves and our effort to keep relations alive and when times seems right, let go.

-mauli

My 1st confession-blr, just some stuff I have been going through that might be relatable, to I guess someone.

(No self hate, just some thinking out loud and blabber,ig)

Stuff's pretty miserable. I don't feel good. I don't even know how I feel, I guess its loneliness even though I do have lovely people around...I literally don't know...

Started to feel like there is something wrong w/ me. My circle is not one which resonates with me, I still love them but no one is ever "just there for me". 17 ,and still don't have a "bff" other than my sister and mother. My cousins aren't a fan of me either, have one who is my same age but still matches "vibes" with my younger sister. We were great 2 yrs ago but...

I try so hard to be nice to people, yet I see people effortlessly happy, I wonder why I make any extra effort, no one has to, they get on fine without thinking much. Sometimes I feel sick of feeling so much and not being able to cry.

Things which give me happiness like writing or reading novels or photography or nerding out on cosmology etc., I can't do any of it without being guilt stricken every singe minute. Even as I write this I realize I need to complete my Chemistry notes and physics assignments and practice math, afterall its 12th grade, the LIFE DECIDING YEAR... but I seem to do neither hard work for 12th marks nor extra stuff I like.

Sometimes, when I like ,sit down to think, I feel like I'm a no-one sitting in middle of nowhere , meaning nothing to anyone except my family and teachers. I AM REPLACEABLE. The worst thought... I am not an indispensable part of anyone's life other than my family (which is obvious I guess + cuz they are lovely coping up with me)...

No, I don't hate myself. I love myself. I just am at a phase where nothing is moving...All still...and in that stillness, I feel... not very happy.

I wished so much after I came out of 10th, but my life has been nothing but monotonous...

The people I thought were a gift to me, turns out I don't matter that much to them, and I feel guilty of expecting too much. Still, I wonder, is it too much to expect some kind of care or support from people who claim to be yours? Maybe, it is.

This is as true as it can ever get... We are nothing but the some of everything around us. Everyone and everything, and how we perceive it.

“Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I’ve ever known.”

— Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters

Growing up in this world is strange.

As people get older,

friends become the family they choose,

and family-by-birth?

well, it starts to come second to everything.

It grows apart.

It becomes stranger.

Strangers, whom we aren't responsible for,

whom we don't wish to understand,

whos presence start to make us feel embarrassed.

And relatives, oh, the biggest villains of us GenZs.

They make our lives miserable, they lower our self esteem, they gossip a LOT!

Really? Hmmm,

Well, were they the villains when they clapped for you while you had two left feet?

Were they the worst, when they gave you gift money as blessing every time they saw you?

Were they the gossipers when they spread smallest of your success in whole wide world?

Yeah, growing up here is strange,

Where Strangers become family ,

And family...

It becomes too much to handle...

-mauli