There's work. Family. Friends. Events. And Priorities. Everyone has so much to do. It all boils down to preferences and priorities. But for people bound with emotions, there are even commitments to look after. And sometimes she lets go of her preferences to look after her commitments. And she fights and struggles. For Fulfillment. Because giving up an internal conflict is not easy.
She wanders. A lot. So does her head. She's moody. All designers are. But she's bound. The boundaries restrict her to twirl and twerk and explore. Work is just that. Work. Conditional. Tiresome. The infinity of exploring has transformed into a Never ending drag. In a tight little circle. She's gasping for breath. But with all that, work still comes first. At least in her head. Everything in her head is work. Everything else is secondary.
Like Love. the love that's lost. And the love that lives. And the abyss in between, with the whirlpool of delusional emotions. She's so deeply involved in her emotions, moved so close to them. She can tell one from another no longer. The world is just a slow motion movie in the backdrop.
She lies there among lights and colors. Doubled over. Holding on to a steady nothing. Her eyes are empty and so is the sky clear, just after a pour down. She's unaware of what she's staring at or where she is lost. But her wishes and his memories wont leave. And she lies there. Basking in the cold sun in the aftermath of his memories.
She let her heart wander free. Its lost now.
p.s. relatable quotes
She wanders. A lot. So does her head. She's moody. All designers are. But she's bound. The boundaries restrict her to twirl and twerk and explore. Work is just that. Work. Conditional. Tiresome. The infinity of exploring has transformed into a Never ending drag. In a tight little circle. She's gasping for breath. But with all that, work still comes first. At least in her head. Everything in her head is work. Everything else is secondary.
Like Love. the love that's lost. And the love that lives. And the abyss in between, with the whirlpool of delusional emotions. She's so deeply involved in her emotions, moved so close to them. She can tell one from another no longer. The world is just a slow motion movie in the backdrop.
She lies there among lights and colors. Doubled over. Holding on to a steady nothing. Her eyes are empty and so is the sky clear, just after a pour down. She's unaware of what she's staring at or where she is lost. But her wishes and his memories wont leave. And she lies there. Basking in the cold sun in the aftermath of his memories.
She let her heart wander free. Its lost now.
p.s. relatable quotes
"It's not that i cant fall in love. It's really that I cant help falling in love with too many things at once. So you must understand why i cant distinguish between what's platonic and what isn't. Because it's all too much and not enough at the same time." - Jack Kerouac
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