Historias de Musing

What do you do when the world is quiet but your mind won't shut up? 3:04 A.M. is a haunting, intimate collection of fragmented thoughts, whispered confessions, and emotional snapshots scribbled in the dark. Equal parts journal, poetry, and stream-of-consciousness therapy, this book captures the sleepless moments where memories hit hardest, regrets echo loudest, and truths are too raw to say aloud. With the vulnerable honesty of a midnight voicemail and the strange comfort of a stranger's open diary, these unsent messages explore love, loss, nostalgia, and the beautiful chaos of being awake when everyone else is dreaming. This is not a book you read - it's one you feel. This is especially made for anyone who has ever stared at the ceiling and thought, "I shouldn't be feeling this much right now."

The (unprecedented) musings of a girl who falls for cats and nonexistent boys. Or better yet, nonexistent boys falling for other nonexistent boys, whilst gawking at Korean idols only to realize that they're twice her age. This is the story about she who once said that water would 'unboil' when she meant to say 'cool down', and rants more than what is necessary instead of fixing the Goddamn problem.

Confessions of a sinner.

•Musings•Tales•Quotes•Poems• |Wanderer lost in the world of words| All Rights Reserved ©Megha19

Note: These are not musings, these are rants. Some of them are about childish things while some of them are about topics I feel very strongly about. I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings but this just needs to be said.

Just a collection of thoughts that I've had and expanded upon. UPDATES EVERY SATURDAY AT NOON EST

Random thoughts of a common girl on lonely and depressed nights.

Just some stuff I ponder about. Poems, writings, rants etc.

If Lara Jean wrote them letters, I wrote them poems. 💛💛💛

A quest for wisdom amidst uncertainty. Navigating the paths of the unknown. Reflection and revelation. Poetry collection.

PRODUCT OF MY IMAGINATION. And I wrote this eons ago! My own take on Pablo Neruda's Sonnet 17, which is also my fave sonnet of all time. Again, cross-posting this from my blog. WARNING: BOYxBOY, fan fiction (Arashi), foul language (maybe), mentions of Sex, SAPPY.

Living in a society where people judge you all the time , there struggle to survive a young girl with a heart a little to sweet for the world . Meet Audrey your normal sixteen year old who's also a little psycho . She's as tough as a nut but no one knows who's the girl in her .

These are some musings and thoughts written by me, which you can relate to life.

For as long as Rika could remember, even if she could remember nothing else, she always wanted to be a hero. But darkness could reside in even the brightest of dreams, and it wouldn't take much for the dream to become a nightmare. What happens when the story doesn't go the way she wants it to? An innocent longing quickly becomes an unhealthy obsession. (D4DJ)

Anthology of random musings about how humans have moralized and characterized animals.

People wait all their life for their big moments, their ultimate fifteen minutes of fame, and they work as hard as they can for it. But this compilation of short stories is not about those moments. No, it's about the little things, or the things we often don't envision happening. It's the little moments, or the little daydreams that get explored here, that truly help shape us from the very beginning.

Love can happen anywhere, anytime to anybody.

"What's wrong with over thinking?" "..." "Nothing? Kay that's great. Now shall I proceed to explain this stupid universe inhabited by you and I?" "It's not stupid Brynn." "Oh hush. That's all on perspective." "Whatever. Don't choke yourself." "Love you too Mandy."

Just some word vomit of little importance and a slight introduction.

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