Turnings that make Circles.

Lately, I found solace in your company. I would just sit in your room because you always had something beneficial to teach, I always had something more to learn from you. Something in which I am lacking, I will always be lacking. Your words of wisdom always descending me into an awe. Being at peace in your company nearly became a habit.I am sad that you have to leave, I wish you didn't have to. 'Such is life,' was your reply to my sadness. And so it is. Thank you for being my best brother in the world. - For Ibn Yusuf.

Love. Made to destroy every bit of you. I can remember having a conversation where you said there wouldn't come a time where we would have to choose. You said, you would choose me. You said you'd never be like her, you have turned out to be exactly like her. You have broken me even more, I loved you most. Broken. You've slithered me and then sliced me, decimated to a million little pieces. I still sit here thinking if I meant anything at all. If you would still come back, I know you won't, yet thinking of it makes me mad. I want to hold by your shoulders and shake the obstinacy out of you. How could you have belittle me so much. How could you have shattered my confidence, even worse than it had been before. Look into my eyes and tell me, I don't mean anything to you. Sadly, you will and tell me that. Perhaps, I needed you to break me. Perhaps this crushing was much needed for my left over pride. My little self esteem cut into minus because I will still try a little...

Fuck friendship and relationships. They are all fucking overrated. Two broken fucking fingers. And not even the slightest show of care. Fuck you for pretending all this time that you ever cared.

... you could have prevented this.

Here I am in my favourite city in the world. feeling incomplete, here I was waiting for a signal that life would get better. It's about everything except my feelings; left out. I sit answering questions I don't have answers to, answers that I don't want to answer. This was supposed to be for you and me, but this is about you and that other person. I want to get lost in the streets that are bricked pavements with the headphones in my ear. I don't want to be found, I want to be part of the air that exists here, I want to be part of the life that stays awake all night and day. subways and trams, my meagre experience of a whole new place. Naked legs and wrapped arms. I want someone who would steal my breath, here, and gives me their's in exchange. This is where I want to be. Cut ties with the people I love, so I would love them no longer. They say that changing places doesn't change hearts; but I would tear my heart out and leave the weakness behind. Embrace the p...