My Only Love

Krish's Entry #1

The dark outside is like the dark inside me
~ Krish(the writer of the journal)

When your own star becomes the very cause of the darkness

What will you expect now?

My star my angel My Kyra (Kyra means star don't correct me If I am wrong ) left her admirer behind.

Well then every boy has once his Kyra and every girl has once her Krish

Funny?

Hilarious!

I'm laughing humorlessly at myself because that's me a boy an Emo guy the most extroverted is now trying to write.. so I am sorry if I couldn't reach the line of pensive writings, never tried them, never needed them to do.

It doesn't mean that our type of people aren't serious we are:-

We get serious at the sudden announcement of exam results

When we had too much fun and there's a moment like what I am doing with my life? Oh, I'll think about it tomorrow,

When we see some inspiring movie; 2 days I was serious after watching MS Dhoni

or

When we are shaken to the core where we know life is a serious matter at times and one can't deal everything with a big smile. It snatches away your every ounce of optimism.

Oh wow, what a boring sad writer I am becoming word by word getting deeper and deeper.

Water
Salt
Tears
Red
Blood
Death

See Deeper and deeper

This is my first Entry of my first ever Journal. How to start it? with a joke ? with a quote? with a thought? with advice? or with a date?

Happy farewell day to me( a joke)

Here comes November 10, here comes her farewell (a quote)

Do all farewells ends with a goodbye? (a thought)

Never expect a happy farewell (advice)

Or a date November 10, 2018

I came down the stage my guitar-heavy in my arms. The exhilaration after my performance was astonishing. I couldn't come to the fact that the people were praising me they admired my talent.
And, I would be lying if I say I didn't like the spotlight. I was basking in it. I was enjoying it and it was blinding for a moment.

But as soon as I stepped out from my bubble of music, Reality dawn and my eyes searched for her.

I had seen her there at the entrance I didn't let her meddle me with my tunings so I had drawn my eyes away the second it landed on her.

We didn't talk since that day when she told me she didn't want me anymore.

She wanted a serious and focused life because her playtime was over. And she didn't require her play thing now.

You don't play with your toys always, even how much you say you love them, you put them aside once you grow up

Like a fantasy you have over a thing, you like that fantasy and you love it more when it isn't acquired.

Once you get it you forget it.

I love my dream right now but when I'll accomplish it will I then also love it?