Unwinding Heart

Suppose -- or maybe, look into your past -- or let's just suppose, you're friends with someone, something goes wrong and it comes to a point where you're hurt and maybe they're too but if anyone needs to apologise, it's them. It's not always the scenario but a possible situation. Assume any reason for them to apologise: ∆ They did something intentionally. ∆ Situations went wrong, they could have stopped at a point but didn't and let situations take the blame. ∆ They felt you were at fault, didn't listen to your side then but now they're clear. ∆ They let that other person come between both of you when only they could have stopped it. Think of any reason and now you're at a point where they come to you to apologise.  this is the point I'm talking about What questions arise in your mind?  How do you take this apology? What do you do with it?  Forgive them? Go back to them? Forget about all what happened in the past? Remind them of all the wrong...

Hellooooo, welcomeeeee. See the excitement? Because IT IS THERE. I'm excited to tell you. I was thinking of something and I just want to tell you this so bad.  * keysmashes * * presses backspaces * Yes, I- I zoned out. And, I imagined things. Unintentionally, okay? don't blame me later for making you soft.  I can already feel my excitement turn into blush. I imagined it 'unintentionally', okay? * blushes * Before I tell you, I want you to just take a deep breath. Forget about what you were doing and what you're gonna do after this. You've been thinking about it all day already and you'll go back to that same planning and worrying again. So for now, just keep yourself here. Keep reading and don't -- i repeat, do not -- think about anything else 'cause this is important.  * calms down butterflies in my stomach * * takes a deep breath * So, I- I daydreamed. I imagined I hear a doorbell in a home -- my home, I assume -- and immediately I scoot back my ch...

Trigger Warning : Explanation to how you felt when you lost that precious bond. Remember when you realised that they would leave you, or has already left? Remember when you were making efforts to make it work but their efforts were invisible? Remember when you were deciding if you should give one more chance -- just a last effort, as you've been saying for quite a long time now -- or if you should leave? Remember when you- okay, I guess, no more moments are needed.  Ofcourse you remember.  Another Warning : Conclusion of this text might not have an answer to how to forget it. If that's okay, continue. Listen to me, okay? Believe me when I say I didn't mean to hurt you by reminding it. If you don't want to believe that, then blame me for reminding you the hurt, but at the end, okay?  And I'll make sure you've a change of heart before you decide not to blame me. Be patient with the lines. Whenever it gets too much to take in, stop at that line and breathe, okay? ...

Where are writers hidden in their writings? To be precise. When you read a write up by someone --a poem, a short story or a whole novel-- you subconsciously start finding how the writer is related to the story. You, without any extra thinking, try to find where the author is hidden, how much does the main character resembles them, how similar their friends are to those in the story, which decision they might be willing to take by the thought-process a character goes through, what they look for when they look at a person by reading how the protagonist describes others, how many times they've visited the place where they've set the story, how their perfect room looks by the description in the write-up, what scares the author whenever you encounter a described fear and so many countless ways. You just can't stop finding the person who wrote the write-up. Let me tell you, first of all, if a person writes about a violent incident, it's not necessary that they or someone clos...

Hello, people. You're probably reading this either you like reading or you know me, but then it's just a probability. Maybe, you're here 'cause you think it's both? But, how can it be both, when the occurrence of the second option is impossible for you? Okay, back to talking to ALL of you, whether you think you know me or not. The vessel inside my chest, which is supposed to just pump blood, mostly called heart, is full; full of thoughts, full of feelings, be it mine or yours, 'cause, unfortunately, I'm an empath. Some warm feelings are just below the upper curves of my heart and some icy desires just above the tip of its bottom. And these are the only ingredients which are sorted. The way these two upper curves meet after making the smooth curves at a tip in the bottom, it's beautiful but everything which is beautiful, is painful too. This smooth simple closed curve, which doesn't cover more than the size of my fist, contains miles of land it feels ...