Ennui and Coffee

It’s strange that I crave someone who I haven’t even met in person, but the fact that I could meet that person someday and we could share our experiences, our stories, our belongings someday literally makes me happy, but what makes me ache is that, it might not even happen. All my hopes to meet that person, hopes to share my story with that person could easily be destroyed or be gone with time and that there is a possibility that before I meet that person, someone else already has shared their stories with the person I wanted to share all of it with.-- TK

mad world

I’m not a person who is friends with a good night sleep, and at night when there’s nothing left to do, all I do is think even when I’m fully aware it could fuck me up.
You’d know, if you’ve ever stayed up till 3 am thinking ‘What if I had gotten up and spoke to her today?’ or ‘What if I told him I know everything that he hasn’t told to me yet?’ or ‘Should I have stood up for her, like she did for me back then?’ or ‘damn, If I told him a month back could I have a chance with him?’ and a billion other questions or possibilities you have in mind, you start to question yourself, you start questioning your actions, your steps, your decisions.
And then your head starts to spin, not with all the ‘what if’s’ or with all the questions you asked yourself, but with the unknown answers to all your questions & with the possibilities of every ‘what if..’ you might never get to know.

How strange is it that we are willing to choose people we know won’t choose us? --TK

No matter how hard you try not to go backwards, you always end up there. The memories keep coming back, even at times all you want to do is forget and move on. And looking at them comes as reminders like ‘hey, remember when we first hugged, and you’re trying to forget that you fool!’  or ‘We sat next to each other at 2am hopelessly thinking silence could fill in all the things we wanted to say to each other and oh, hi’ or ‘damn, we had had fun while we lasted, hey don’t forget that at least’ . --TK

Do I even have to tell happy ending are so overrated? --TK

This is you. Me.

many, I can’t even count.

Never

i’m in love with the sky, love that can’t be explained

Again.