❝Maybe things don't happen for a reason. Maybe we're just grasping for ways to make sense of the chaos around us. Maybe we're giving meaning to things that have no meaning. Maybe we're clinging to hope so hard that we forget about reality. What if we're wrong and nothing is meant to be? We're just souls wandering endlessly, desperately seeking comfort from the notion that things will work out in the end no matter what. What if we've tricked ourselves into believing that everything will be okay in the end just so we don't have to face the reality that maybe it won't?❞ Collections of thoughts compiled by Aestrophilia. Sequel to 'The Wrong Side of Right'

some lines unspoken. Some words which are silent. Brain can't help here,you have to use your heart

This is a chronicle of a saga,our love.Today, it's gone down in the sepia hues of memory.Her love completed me, and gave me bliss.but with time playing the tunes, we ran out of beat.and now, here I stand, writing our story and thinking of the times gone by. Dear reader, read through, and you shall find a story behind it. It's not just poems, it is our story.