There is no great agony than bearing an untold story inside us. I've been running for years not to just experience that kind of pain again. No matter how hard I try to forget all those things it keeps on staying right here, the place where emotions are felt. It is where it all started, the culprit why you feel sad, joy, anger, fear and disgust. But there are some points in our lives that we want not to feel at all, we want to be heartless and ignore the things around us. It is somewhat our way to protect ourselves away from the trouble, distress and pain that the world keeps on throwing in us. The pain that we wish to be gone right away and the pain that we hope that it should not exist in the first place if we are just being decisive, the consequences of our actions perhaps. Being decisive enough, making decisions quickly, firmly and clearly no matter what the circumstances are. But that's life that life is unfair, we first commit mistake and learn from it.

A (not-so) hopeless romantic writer. A weird (not-so-much of a) stranger. A lot of (denying) feelings in between. A (continuation of the online) connection that ends on 11 / 23.

A writer. A weird stranger. A lot of little conversations. An online understanding. Every night. 23:11.