A thousand days Have filled up the emptiness Of beyond the space After eternity and beyond And we sit smoking cigars Drinking scotch Ensconced in armchairs Of our conversations.
A thousand days Is what it takes For us, a couple of fakes To delude ourselves And deny the existence Of the unbearable lightness Of our silences.
A thousand days Were more than enough For us to tolerate The crushing weight Of our words. And we failed miserably Trying to un-say them. Till that point where all remained Was a cliche A glutinous pulp Of our voices.
A thousand days Will stare at us Through the haze Of an unseeable future. And we'll blink at the distance Through our Aviators Trying to make sense of a dream Which is nothing but a figment Of our imagination.
"what's she like" I used to think how hard can it be to explain what someone is like until I met you. God, you were so different. How do i even explain your spontaneous character?
Clueless staring at the sky, Comparing the shape of clouds with animals. Waiting at the side of the road just so that you can click "the perfect shot". Listening to Enrique, arijit and maneskin one after the other, Dear God your Playlist was a mess. Staying up all night binge watching dragon ball, I still cannot believe that you never saw Naruto. To be honest it was really hard to accept that you were into anime, haha. Buying a cake for yourself? No occasion whatsoever? Come on, I can't explain this even if I want to. And oh my god your eternal love for stars.
You know what? Maybe you were weird! Maybe you were different! But, You were perfect, Just the way you were. You made it pretty clear that we were not meant to be. It was hard to let go, to move on. And honesty I still think about you. Wouldn't be writing this otherwise.
Not that I still love you or anything tho. It's just that, I'm not used to "normal" anymore. I look for your "weird" everyplace I go.
The realistic portrayal of youth in all its facts. The beauty in everyday life during a time when we’re young and bold. The realistic portrayal of the pains of growing up. The subtle and innocent romance. The friendship between the classmates The relationship between teacher and students, as well as the relationship between the youths and their parents. The step by step visit to the last year in High School.
Be strong enough to change your circle. Be strong enough to cut toxic ties.
Downsize to those who are actually supportive. Let go of their negative edges and grow into who you are actually supposed to be. Sometimes in order to save yourself, you must learn to walk away and let go.
Be strong enough to lose your "best mates". Be strong enough to accept and embrace the reality.
Taking care of your self is most productive investment you can do. Fill your heart with hope so you don't feel like giving up. They'll call you unnecessarily bold. They'll try to clip your wings. Some may ask you to shrink yourself so that you fit inside their box.
Be strong enough to let them down. And when you are done putting yourself back together. They won't recognise you anymore. Give yourself the effort you deserve. Give yourself the peace you promised.
Don't be afraid to grow into someone you are actually supposed to be.