𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏 𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒏

For once, I feel elated..I feel happy after meeting a companion..a friend, with whom I didn't talk much and yet, I feel warm..uplifted deep inside.

Literature and music are my chivalrous invincible paladins, ever since I found myself in the deepest corners of the shadows...constantly healing me, while delivering me from the ever-chasing screaming shadows.

During the midnight hours, I wonder, "where it all went wrong ?"

I fancy the way I bully myself out of every breakdown I have. "OH FOR GOD'S SAKE..IT'S NOT THAT BIG OF A DEAL, YOU DOOFUS."

For some, heartbreak fuels their writings. For me, it took my ability to write joyous things away. Gradually healing to the literary point, I was once at, but definitely healing :)

Do certain songs bring back the era...the memories you felt..the thoughts you were having back when you heard this song for the first time or when it was trend; or is it just for me ?

Music is my means of comfort. I find peace, love, comfort, memories and a listener in songs. If there's no one, music's surely there for you :)

Overthinking strikes you when you are the most vulnerable. For some, it's when they alone; For me, it's the night.

A hospital is a place I dread visiting, even tho I am studying to become a doctor.

Receiving someone's warmth through their hands when you are feeling cold is a bliss, I guarantee.

The concept of mutual diary entry is very foreign to me, like how do you do it ? You hide stuff or just write your thoughts there ? What's the meaning if you are hiding your things.

Dreams are my most precious collection, both metaphorically and physically..if I remember any at all.

When they love the nose, you are insecure about >>>>>>>