M A H A Y A S E E N

How can I sleep, when all I think about is you.. when my whole existence revolves around the fact that I can’t have you?

In search of ordinary moments that feel like poetry.

"I don't mean this in the wrong way but I don't wanna grow up and have an empty life just like yours" my adorable niece said this to me once.. I do love her, and I know where she's coming from. But it doesn't take away from how much hurt her words have caused.

I don't just wear fashion, I wear my personal cosmic story.

“I wonder if i'm in someone's poems like they're in mine.”

I really do wish you a life with an abundance of joy.

How do I look away now that I have seen you?

Reading my old journals, and I know her but she doesn’t know me.

In my mind and heart, you live so lightly.

I wish you could see you in my daydreams.