Mind. Wonderers. ers.ererererers.
Hmph, i can't be bothered to make new posts for each thought, i wanna cramp all into one.
You left the city without telling me. I think, i might just miss you. A different city always seems far, but then so does everything else with weak eye sight. Take care of yourself there, You can't always "trade summer stories for chipped toe nails."
Naaley, A trip to Pindi and back in Ramazan, even though i am not quite fasting, but i can't eat either. Its hot, there are no clouds to hide the scorching sun. There's no rain, a lot of pollution. A lot of melanin in my skin to make me darker. Unhelpful people existing in the peripherals of that city, of that school, i wont get admission in. A whole lot of filling of the documents that i didn't feel like completing then. Laziness, gets the best out of all of us. *Rolls eyes*
I already feel tired, because of the trip i still yet, haven't made.
September, a month, i don't have a specific name for, is here. Its brought a lot of love and suffering. First Kisses and First Beatings. A time to hear " All i wanted was to wish you first month anniversary." 13th September. First Fights.
'Autumn Grace.'
So, before i got extremely deviated from the subject i was going to write about.
If you travel in your car, with the windows down, you would feel it. Autumn is to Winters. Winter coming back to reign over its domain. Early nights, with silenced streets and roads. Flashing away Silent Street Lamps, whistling wind, empty highways. Something else to go with the music of the wind. A memory returns, like a lost friend. Shuddering, but more like shivering. You don't know which one is caused by which; pain or the cold. Imitating the tranquility of the city, you sit back against the car seat.
Blink.
You left the city without telling me. I think, i might just miss you. A different city always seems far, but then so does everything else with weak eye sight. Take care of yourself there, You can't always "trade summer stories for chipped toe nails."
Naaley, A trip to Pindi and back in Ramazan, even though i am not quite fasting, but i can't eat either. Its hot, there are no clouds to hide the scorching sun. There's no rain, a lot of pollution. A lot of melanin in my skin to make me darker. Unhelpful people existing in the peripherals of that city, of that school, i wont get admission in. A whole lot of filling of the documents that i didn't feel like completing then. Laziness, gets the best out of all of us. *Rolls eyes*
I already feel tired, because of the trip i still yet, haven't made.
September, a month, i don't have a specific name for, is here. Its brought a lot of love and suffering. First Kisses and First Beatings. A time to hear " All i wanted was to wish you first month anniversary." 13th September. First Fights.
'Autumn Grace.'
So, before i got extremely deviated from the subject i was going to write about.
If you travel in your car, with the windows down, you would feel it. Autumn is to Winters. Winter coming back to reign over its domain. Early nights, with silenced streets and roads. Flashing away Silent Street Lamps, whistling wind, empty highways. Something else to go with the music of the wind. A memory returns, like a lost friend. Shuddering, but more like shivering. You don't know which one is caused by which; pain or the cold. Imitating the tranquility of the city, you sit back against the car seat.
Blink.
Trespassers William - Matching
Weight.
**Tonight
We don't have a lot to go on
But that's not how
it lives in my head
No, not at all
Blind times
Thought we were Matching
Weight
We pulled
Sometimes it was you and sometimes it was me
But
where are we
You say
"Don't take it all so hard for now
There's so
much space
And there will always be later for that" **
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