Congratulations! I have become the seasoned estranged lover. That is precisley why I deleted my last post. Because I no longer am that irrational a soul searcher. Certain things inside my mind have been fixed. Scanned and fixed.No crush lasts beyond two days. That is if I let it happen in
the first place. I have become a staunch non-believer of love.
I don't understand the concept of it so I doubt the existence
Some people tell me that I am desperately in search of
company. Some people tell me that I am so perennially sad.
Some people tell me that even company won't buy me joy
because sad is the way I want to be.
But there is something I have been doing to myself with time.
I have been killing my passion, muscle by muscle. It's been a
very gradual and effective process. Due to which I now feel
that I have lost my capacity to love. To love madly. With my
Whenever I fall in love, I look for a reason. I try to take
myself away from the intoxication of love and look for the
reason. But alas, love doesn't have a reason behind it, I guess.
So before my two days, I fall out of love.
Hardly anything can intoxicate me. Everything has mellowed
down. I have answers to the many questions I used to be
The Reds have diluted into magentas and browns, blacks andgreys...
~I remember the contours of your face. I remember your hair, hah! The way you used to speak with a pause. The pause that made my heart miss a beat. The pause that made me gasp for breath inside me, and look calm on the outside. And I remember a lot many things. I am fighting my memory for you these days~
~I woke up thrice the same night to complete this post and now it's done. Finally-Salvation!~