Hey, Where Are You From?

maybe someday soon, we'll be there, together, forever.

watching movies is my top favourite thing to do.

i want to fall in love, all over again.

poetry.

i do write, a lot.

two bodies dying to be in love

together to stay that forever

it is difficult to confess

their eyes can't feel eachother

skin and souls fighting

one wants warmth of intimacy

and there is another

who is drowned in the sea

no one knows better than me

what it is to stay alive in someone

when you have no reason to live

a love will give you a reason to die

lover shall kill you from inside out

eventually they'll be

the person you can't live without

hope you'll not be that cruel for me

for the reason i gave you my heart

be kind to me and all

you have my most delicate part.

~august.

there's always something i hide, something i whisper to myself at middle of the night.

-august/fictionflaws

I plucked you like a rose

You stab me with a thorn

I tolerated the pain

But you wether like a rose

what if we could see wind..?

a cold breeze in winter morning or gentle flow in sunny day.

love is so as like as wind.

a very essential but invisible thing.

it isn't just an object or a prize, it is something keeping me alive and each one of us.

we cannot see what is letting out hair flow in a space where there is barely something, or what is drying our clothes when there is no sun.

there is so many things we don't think about.

example, love.?

can we ever reach to the end of how much we adore someone..?

everything is so less and few infront of them.

we don't know how much we inhale the air but we know it is something as valuable as our life.

will we ever know it's importance as long as we survive..?

-Aakriti.