Let's Just Talk

It's midnight, yet the thought of you crossed my mind. We aren't even friends yet this thought won't let me sleep. I picked up my pen and started writing. As far as I can remember I first saw you when you spoke the other day. Acted all silly, doodling on sketchbooks and walls, saying it's fun. I think I noticed you when you wrote a poem about your love. But searching back, I realised we crossed paths before. It was a monsoon trip. I have no idea where you were or who you were with, I was busy dealing with my own life. Heartbreak. Existential dread. This question still bugs me, what if we talked that day? Perhaps, I would have forgotten about you just as quickly. I remember us brainstorming over a mystery, and playing a game. A couple minutes later I forgot, I was too busy again with another fantasy. Each moment I saw you, I wanted to be more like you. Childish, and carefree for a moment, perhaps you made me realize I could just love myself again. That for once I can let...

Life's kinda crazy. Maybe I should just get it tattooed somewhere. It's miserable. The simple fact is that I can't get what I want even if I try. The fact that the world wouldn't let me live the way I want nor just let me die. I've seen death so close but it never kissed me. The misery is inevitable. I envy those who died before me. The world is a beautifully crafted illusion; one that promises greatness at the cost of your sanity. Love an emotional connection we say, is merely just some chemical secretion in the gray mass we call the brain. Yet, it holds the power to crush the greatest. I still don't understand why I still love the same person. Am I a dog, loyal to just one hypothetical individual, or a crazy person who doesn't have any other options? Am I a practical joke in the grand scheme of things? Oh. Wait jokes have meaning. My body just hates me. The day my exams were over I got a dry cough. It was like "Hey, don't have anything to worry ab...