Unread Letters

I lie on the cold floor with my dog / sufi bollywood songs play in the background / i am still waiting for that reply / my eyes are dry from constantly checking my phone / i close my eyes for a quick second / i see her / she's so close / she takes a step towards me / the songs are still playing / she touches my face / it's not real, it's NOT real, i keep telling myself / yet how do I still feel the warmth / she whispers something into my ear / i couldn't hear her over all the songs / I asked, she refused to repeat / she asks me to get up / we sway with the music / it's the first time in so long, where the conversation is lost somewhere within the music / we don't utter a word and yet we talk / i hear my dog bark, almost as if asking me to get up / i cannot bring myself to open my eyes / I can't lose her all over again / I go against my better judgement / the floor is getting colder / i dont open my eyes / just not yet / i need every last minute of it / i want stuff myself of these moments for I know, they're not real, they might never be, but they're still mine, to cherish, to hold, to keep / i will wake up / just not yet / the floor is now stone cold / we're not swaying anymore / i can't feel the warmth / she now takes a step away / she has a smile on her face / i cant quite make out, what does it depict / it looks sad, but that was thing with her, she was not one to be figured out and put into a feeling by you/ she was so much more than that / she starts fading away into reality / i open my eyes / the stone cold floor has now turned into soil / i am now covered in mosses, lichens and leaves / i see my dog / i call out to my dog / no answer / I was gone too long / it's over / my yearning for living in my own created reality has taken over / there was never an us, and now there never will be / i was gone too long

it's so hard, everyday, losing friendships, gaining more anxiety, everyday. how do people not acknowledge the hardships you face during your college years. why is no one talking about how the two people you imagined to have in your life for years and years to come ahead are now, just lost in words.

making a playlist is delicate art

it's 2 a.m. and I'm dancing with my roommates on the OG bollywood songs, I'm exactly where i want to be in life right now, happy :)))))

My love language is sending you songs that i think you'll like at random times of the day and making you playlists when you're sad

"you're like a person straight out of a book" has to be the best compliment anyone has ever recieved.