Punctures.

Time punctures a lot of holes in us, some so that air can pass through, some through which our dreams drain out, some which are exhausting, I have a huge hole in my chest, that’s caused by my loved ones, people who I gave my heart away to, even the parts of me that aren’t punctured resonate with the echoes of hollowness.

Something old.

I wait to hear from you, like barren land waits for rain to pour. Its overwhelming at times, but I wait. The reasons for me waiting might change with the passage of time, but I will always wait, because somehow there's a part of me that believes in you even though its been let down, innumerable times. Times that cut my heart up, but I've picked myself up each and every time, because I have to be ready. Ready for whatever time will send my way, hoping that it would send you. 

Echomint

You can not find happiness by trying to be everything for everybody. That's too much for you to handle, let me be honest with you, you will fail at it and the drama that follows,well, it will kill you.

All the lonely people.

All the lonely people, where do they come from? They come from broken trust, from bad first experiences, from unanswered faith,They come from the dreams they were too scared to chase, they come from all the things they’re too scared to feel, they’re scarred from all that they do feel but mostly, they come from all the words they left unsaid.

Echomint

We leave behind so much of ourselves. Some things we leave behind to be a better person, some things we leave behind to live happily, some things we leave behind to live without regrets, some things we leave behind to impress others, some things we leave behind to let go. So much of ourselves we leave behind.