My life: A draft

I was hopelessly lazy to even open the bookmark of my life

and they seized the pen in my numb hands to let me write, whatever the way I like

Now I stumble across the words, sleep inbetween the editing, eat while re reading and arranging the drafts

Even when I walk, it’s in between the pages bookmarked

Yet still I have no idea what’s going on inside my life

Plots are hazy, the characters are not determined and even the main character is sleeplessly blind

Life has become nothing but simultaneously edited, written and re written

yet an incomplete and senseless draft

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First impression?

There is a whole story behind the cover.
Can you define someone with a look?

There are people , unbelievably nice people, living like shit, not giving a fuck about themselves, their lives but always there to help you out, to answer your questions, aways trying to make you feel better even when they themselves are destroyed.

These people bring you sun even when they’re burning in the dark.

And there are those, who worship enormous amount of gods. Who are always giving you lectures about what god says, what’s wrong and what’s right always pretending to be your best adviser. But when you really need them they are so blind folded by their own ethics that whatever you do is wrong for them, they might not even listen to you.

They’ll even leave you dying for the sake of their ethics.

Have you ever seen a person smoking, and you rolled your eyes at them assuming they are a bad person, well I used to do it. Until the saints in my life turned to be the worst mistakes whilst the spoiled ones were there to help me out.

Life is always teaching you a lesson. There’s always a deeper meaning to something so short. There will always be a different side of a person or a thing and when you start to see that hidden part of someone before or while judging them. You’ll feel guilty for being so self centred.

I felt guilty for always self assuming stuff, because the saints in my life always taught me to stay away from the ‘scums’.

Try to understand before judging someone, or just don’t judge!

Growing old is no fun

For a girl with a stupid fantasy of meeting a vampire one day. It was a realisation that she's becoming like her parents. She realised she's growing old, distant from all her believes in magic. She's entering the life she'd always feared.She'll no longer cry for Bella watching Twilight.She'll no longer fantasize Damon in a dark night.Her heart will no longer skip to see the killer Klaus.All she loved in the fantasies are now flaws.She is growing old just crossing 20 and it's dreadful to see the change. To see that the only thing she always loved will no longer maker heart shuddered. She'll no longer fantasize a life of fairy tail. She is entering the real world that already seems like a jail.She is terrified that life will be non fiction and full of phylosophy.All she'll do now is look at what elders did and control plus copy.

For a girl with a stupid fantasy of meeting a vampire one day. It was a realisation that she’s becoming like her parents. She realised she’s growing old, distant from all her believes in magic. She’s entering the life she’d always feared.

She’ll no longer cry for Bella watching Twilight.

She’ll no longer fantasize Damon in a dark night.

Her heart will no longer skip to see the killer Klaus.

All she loved in the fantasies are now flaws.

She is growing old just crossing 20 and it’s dreadful to see the change. To see that the only thing she always loved will no longer maker heart shuddered.

She’ll no longer fantasize a life of fairy tail.

She is entering the real world that already seems like a jail.

She is terrified that life will be non fiction and full of phylosophy.

All she’ll do now is look at what elders did and control plus copy.