Sometimes I don't feel like writing, Because I have already written about it before, But I haven't processed it completely, Which makes me want to write about it again, But I don't want to sound like a stopped clock, So, I try to find new ways to say that thing. And, also, Probably because I don't want you to know how I'm really feeling.

After a year, The war ended, And we met, As promised. But then, a war began, The moment we met, Like every story has a tragedy, We became...

I guess there's no right time, For words to say, For words to hold back. I guess there's no way, For me to go, For me to stay back.

We are wholesome, In all the ways we are, Imagining lives we want to live, Reminiscing moments we'll always cherish, Loving little...

I cannot do this today, It's too overwhelming, But only this has remained, When everything around fell apart, But now it isn't really,...

Honestly? It doesn't make sense to me either, About everything that I feel yet don't say, And about everything you say but don't feel....