even if i see you again
i will never see you again

everyone talks about how hair or perfume holds memories, but how about places?

wish i could visit a cafe and have some coffee

that numbness in the first morning after you lose your favourite person

kill the feeling
before the feeling kills you

nothing torments the human mind as uncertainty does

and one random night
when everything changes
you won’t reply and
we’ll go back to strangers

Ignore what people say
Happiness lies in money

one heartfelt conversation can change everything

in a room full of people, I would look for a mirror

you rant and you rage about the monster I have become, but you are the author of everything I am