To be in a blanket on a chilly winter night. When there's a sudden drop in temperature and all you can see outside is mist and fog and you can feel the wind flowing and it's fucking cold outside and you are in your blanket drinking hot cocoa reading a good book and some mellow songs in the background at a very low volume.
To dream about future while staring out from your window. All you can see is trails of cars going fast and suddenly you remember that your life is moving fast too and you gotta settle down or else you will be all alone.
You are always in a mental conversation with yourself and this has been going on for a very long time. You're always thinking and thinking but deep down you don't know what to do. You come up with these amazing plans like how you're gonna turn out but nothing works.
You've been finding that perfect one, all your life but you've never succeeded. You tried everything. Blind dates, Tinder, Bumble and whatnot but it all went in vain.
You went to libraries not in search of books but to find that perfect one, but still not succeeded. Inferiority complex, abasement, diffidence, fawning and meekness surrounded you badly, so you just lost hope and made that hot cocoa, covered yourself with blanket because it was chilly outside
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