wrote a song about how you miss people when they’re right in front of you. They’re not who you remember, they’re not who they remember. they can’t remember. and you stand there and you wonder why is the world still spinning. why is the earth moving on. nobody remembers. then the voices come. the noise starts. concretegray everyone has hardships partoflife howwillyoulearn struggle hustle growup moveon. No. why do we love being rational? the heart the hurt turns to stone every time we tell it to be strong..the hardening...the lies we tell ourselves. can’t even write or think about this without hearing the voices..there’s a space a soft safe space where you feel the way you felt before the world told you it was wrong- “..hum jab dukhi hote hain, aansu humare aate hain, lekin rota vohi hai..” i fill up...it’s night. uneven grassy ground. A hand reaching out.. you. in a white tshirt...i turn. scream, “STOP REMINDING ME!,” and i push you away
