#w.s.w.

Being locked up in a room isn't so bad if you've been locked up in your head for years.

I promise– I care much more than I show, but my past has convinced me that I'm going to lose you if I'd let you know.

She forgot how to talk the moment she learned that nobody understood.

I exist solely on rainy Sunday afternoons. Covered by blankets, flipping through the pages of my favourite poetry books.

One text, one call– can make all the difference in the world and even though friendship by itself can't fix the broken, it can linder the parts that ache; lighten the weight put on our shoulders.

We wait until the time is right,–till every flame's been reduced to ashes and we realize that fires need to be tended in order to be kept alive. Unaware of the fact that the spark we hope for is a product of our very own hands. Thus we'll wait again; for the next chance.

We cope, we fall, we drink, we crawl, we live, or hope we do. Tonight we raise our glasses to the uncertainty that plagues us, for tomorrow– all begins anew.

Under no circumstances are you obliged to love someone. Love builds its foundation on trust and respect. It can be earned or lost just like that.