I spent much time outside my head I didn't notice when I'd lost people I spend much time inside my head I now don't know how to gain people Sometimes the consequences of experiences past, alter us to a point where we operate on safe mode or auto pilot never good enough for anybody no one worthy enough to break the walls just existing for the sake of existence
Alone time is dangerous. It’s a dagger in the dark with all your self-doubt and misgivings stabbed into your mind like the summoning of the neurons responsible for all your pointless pain. The thing that scares me the most is that wretched voice within that’s beginning to sound too close to the truth for comfort.
You know that tickling feeling you get when you’re riding the Vikings? The swinging part where you’re flung way up in the air and stay there for a couple of seconds then be gliding down by the sheer physics.
That’s exactly how you make me feel when you flash that goofy smile of yours, the knowing glance that you’ve made my heart skip a beat or stop altogether. The satisfaction that you achieve as you transform me into the happiest person on the face of the earth because of a surprise kiss on the cheek or an uncalled for hug that just melts me into your mould.
I might be short with the headcount but I understand the concept completely. Friends don’t leave you for dead. No matter the entanglement, if you’re close friends, casual friends or soulmates, the response should be the same. That you’ll always be there for them through thick and thin, even when they don’t ask for it. ESPECIALLY, when they ask for it. You should be there in the way you understand how they need you to be. Right beside this person with no blood-relation but is just as important as family.
The crook of your neck is my favorite place to rest my chin,
to bury my nose deep into the crutches of your scent: the natural musk of my person manifested
as a trail of fingertips tiptoe on your bare chest, a smile tugs at my lips gently at the bliss of midday splayed around you,
in turn, you scratch my back fondly: the soft contours of my unflattering body don’t feel as unflattering anymore
rather, you transform me into a wonderland of bubbles, mischief and sweetness encircled in this secret display of “us”
We live in a world filled with empty pride and ancient prejudices which we’ll never see the end of.