Midnightfeelings Stories

I just wanted to write this. periodt

"Ham musafir or manzil ka dost kise kahein? ye sochte he mere dimag me jo pahla naam ata hai safar, jo musafir or manzil ko milane ka kaam karta hai safar khubsurat to hota hai par hamesha ke liye nahi manzil se pahle musafir ka sahara hota hai manzil ke baad yaad ho jata hai, safar me aksar bohot se log hame milte hai or vo bhi bilkul us safar ki tarah ke he hote hai manzil se pahle sahara or manzil aane ke baad yaad"

Poems that hold the shreds of my heart. These excerpts were written when I was battling with my emotions and in the rush of the hour nothing felt more appropriate than letting them out. It is a tribute to them who are facing a tug-o-war within themselves,Withstanding storms and still holding on. It is for them who are finding a little hope for survival. You are not alone. Hold on a bit more. Our highs and our lows thats what these musings will describe.

OPEN DIARY It's all random with a bit of quotes here and there. #Original

a bunch of random thoughts I have when I lay alone at night staring up at my ceiling these might get a little dark or smutty so deal with that also all of these things are completely real and I go through a bunch of this crap every single night and day and I won't edit this because I just use my voice speaker to write this instead of actually writing it and typing so yeah

a collection of my passing thoughts, in times of both storm and calm, relayed in poetry