Thoughtful Stories

What happens when you share your daily journal with the world? This is a year-long journey through the mind of me, Sadie, delivered in the raw, honest format of everyday entries. You may find observations on: The crippling suspense of waiting for a package. Profound analyses of why certain movie endings just don't work. An appreciation for a simple, perfect sandwich. Deep dives into my emotions It's messy, funny, and utterly honest-a true snapshot of a life in progress.

Random shower thoughts I have. I post weekly! Sorry in advance for any... imagery :P

just random poetry

In a world obsessed with answers, there's a fool who only asks questions. THE FOOL KING is a philosophical poetry collection about a lost soul exploring the deepest paradoxes of existence: Who am I when I'm constantly changing? What is real when everything feels like illusion? How do I find truth in a life built on beautiful lies? Through fragmented verses and raw introspection, this collection doesn't pretend to have answers. Instead, it traces one consciousness's journey through confusion, where every realization births a new question, and wisdom lives in not knowing. This is for the overthinkers. For the lost. For those brave enough to admit they're both. For readers who've ever felt too much in a world that tells them to feel less. Author's Note: This collection is an honest exploration of confusion, identity, and the spaces between knowing and not knowing. It's philosophical, sometimes messy, and often questioning-much like the process of writing it. I don't claim to have answers. I only know that asking the questions matters. Thank you for joining the fool's journey.

Part I of Mines to Share, Yours to Feel Quick flashes, spiraling questions, and the blur of a mind that doesn't stop. These poems are scattered yet sharp - like moments you almost forgot, but didn't. Here, thinking becomes feeling, and feeling becomes too much - until it spills.

this is a collection of poems reaching all the way back to August 2007, slowly but surely i'm adding them all in. NOTE: they are in reverse chronological order. also, not yet completely edited.

A young princess with a heart of of gold... A prince who is forbidden to love..., and a/an enchantress who forbids all love. When the two start falling in love the enchantress comes between them. Little does the prince know the princess and enchantress behold secrets.

Wanna be happy? This one's for you. Happiness by definition is "The state of being happy". When something good happens, you get happy. That genuine feeling of well-being may come from a wide range of sources, like accomplishing lifelong goals, or spending time with a specific person or even helping an old lady cross the road.

In a world where I cannot speak, I hope that they someday reach you.

The Last Day of School is normally something that most people look forward to. Some because it means no worries about school forever, some because it means no worries ever again.

Hriday Sehgal × Aayat Chouhan "Ab var,vadhu ki maang mein sindoor bharenge"The Panditji said and Hriday took some sindoor with a silver coin and filled Aayat's maang with it. She closed her eyes as tears kept following down her eyes,she didn't even dared to look at him.His gaze were fixed on her though.Her face was covered with the veil again and he looked at the hawan kund. "Ab var mangalsutra pehanyenge"The Panditji said and Aayat felt the cold gold and black beaded chain around her neck which tied her with him for forever. "Vivah sampanna hua,aaj se aap dono pati patni huye"The Panditji announced and everyone cheered for the newlyweds. Tears kept pouring down her eyes while he kept staring at the fire which was lit in the hawan kund. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Hame laga aapke maa-papa aapko bata denge"He said in his defence. "Unhe sirf apni izzat bachani thi uss waqt"She said sadly. "Dekhiye hum jaante h yeh shadi bilkul bhi ideal conditions mein nhi hui h,aap chahti h toh iss rishte se bahar nikal sakti h,hum rokenge nhi"He said and she stared at him with wide eyes. "Agar divorce hi dena tha toh shadi hi kyu ki humse"She said angrily. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Aapki plate kaha h?"He asked and she stared at him in confusion for a moment. "Aap nhi khayengi hamare saath?"He asked and she didn't knew what to say to that? What if her in law's got offended?? "Hum baaki sabke saath kha lenge"She said and left. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So fate has once again played it's game and tied these two souls forever to each other. Now the question is how did they met or one can say,why did they met?? She had a break down at the day of her marriage, He on the other hand is a broken soul. She prepared to marry the guy her parents choose for her,as her companion. He doesn't want a companion. She had expectations from her life. He has long back stopped expecting. Let's see if these two can sail through the sea of life?

All my stupid little poems

This is just some simple poetry. Random topics can also mean so much if put in the right words, and if they are expressed well. So, how about I try that, and maybe bring smiles across your beautiful faces, or tears in those deep and meaningful eyes, or maybe even send you into an ocean of thoughts.

A collection of poems that I'll add to as I go. Stick with me and you'll see it grow, not that I can promise anything overly interesting.

"Catharsis" was a series of stuff of wrote when I was in high school if I recall I started it sometime during freshman year. Looking back on it today, I'd say some of what I wrote in here held its worth in my opinion. It's split into three parts; Catharsis, Catharsis: The Maybe Stories, and lastly Catharsis: Renewal.

Brain Doodles This worked quite well coz you can actually read me falling in and out of love

"it's so typical of me to talk about myself I'm sorry" a collection of thoughts and feelings; random journal entries