Turnings that make Circles.

It's about love. It's about grief and death, that shatters you and then things that get stolen. It's about failure and how it defeats you It's about jealousy, and Godlessness. It's about faith that got lost and got found and lost again. It's about the winters and the grey, mundane sky, yet so beautiful it makes her heart happy. It's about the way your eyes make her feel. The way everything is perfect when you're lying down so close that everything is just one entity. It's about the way you hold someone when everything feels like its going to fall apart, because everything is falling apart. It's about understanding and forgetting yet remembering. It's about instances and being afraid, afraid of loss. It's about loving someone and watching them love someone else. It's about how, even a single day, your day doesn't go by thinking about the one you love. It's about how she will always be a second;always be a fr...

Winter has finally shown its grey cold to me, its bare form of bitterness that slithers your wrists and you don't even need a blade. Just when you think that you've hit the concrete ground, you realise that, that wasn't the ground. There is more to it. More falling, before rising. But if its fathomless, will we never hit the ground? Will we never elevate? This winter came with a touch of failure, jealousy and worst of all a punch of death.  I had so much to say when I began writing but now the words have evaded me, a mind block I suppose. Thank you for being there, thank you for holding me and keeping my pieces together.