In your twenties, There will be a guy, Who'll text you one night, Saying how a certain song reminds him of you. A song that was always your favourite to begin with. It's important for you, To not take it personally. Because, that moment onwards, Whenever you'll listen to that song, It'll remind you of him, And when he leaves, Which he will, You'll not be able to listen to your favourite song, For 20+ months. Maybe he'll forget about all the sweet words he said, But, your hear

You are echoing in my mind, But all I hear are the words I said, And the silences that followed, Ricocheting through the empty chambers of my heart.

No one taught me this about adulting that, Sometimes, you won't be able to listen to a certain song for over 20 months, Just because it...

I've choked so many times today, Holding back tears, As my skin prickled with goosebumps, Reading and seeing everything that happened...

Nothing is the same as before, Not even the sunsets, Not even you, Not even me, Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

What next? I ask this to the dark gloomy night sky, That lights up often, And thunders in a rhythm, What next? And it reminds me, About...

I woke up in darkness, Despite being bright out there, With broken shards of my heart, There's no light anywhere I stare.

I reach out through silence, I'm trying, But every moment is tougher, Than the last to breathe.

I was in one of those moments today, when you're laughing and suddenly it feels like an out-of-body experience. Like, you can see and...

I'm getting that feeling again, Like I've to go, Somewhere away from here, That doesn't make me feel, The way I'm feeling.

It's a labyrinth, All over again, The same one, I haven't solved yet. How did I even, Get stuck in, This labyrinth, Of suffering.

I became the song I always wanted to be, A little slow, A little mellow. The kind of song which sounds sad, But the kind of song that is...