…no topic really.. same old

Jostling past the crowds of those who comprehend nothingand those who comprehend NothingThinking, seeking, finding, losing againWhen all that love offeredvanished out of sightAnd all that humanity offeredsmothered my soul~It is as if you know some part of you will always be lost-No amount of reading, talking, exploringcan reclaim it for you(Sometimes it seems that… Continue reading …no topic really.. same old

On love.. (and other stupid concoctions that keep brewing in a girl’s mind)

An idea which lives. Lives to give you hope. A thought which gives a push to next day. Something out of reach of hand, but within the grasp of the mind. Which is there just for you. May not mean nothing to the object of thought, but is that the point? Is it not enough… Continue reading On love.. (and other stupid concoctions that keep brewing in a girl’s mind)