Yes.yes.yes... Maybe Those Who Suffer Because Of Their Less Desirable Faces Are The Ones Who Build Their

Why do i write ?

Why am i even here?

Maybe in hope.

Maybe in desperation.

Maybe is anticipation.

Maybe because I'm a little tired every now-and-then.

Maybe because i dream of being heard, just a little, for once.

Maybe i wish, that at least someone would hear a tiny piece of my soul here, and in all anonymity, not judge me for once.

Maybe someone would read me, and not get sad, and not feel guilty, and not feel sorry, and not worry ,just be there.

Maybe that's why this scribbling is sacred. Maybe that's why i keep coming back. Maybe the insecurities i never used to have, maybe my suddenly empty social life, maybe the creepy monotony hands me my pen.

To blurt out a little and to breathe a little. Maybe that's why i write.

Maybe to live a little.

Maybe.

-mauli

Me and The Mirror

I was happy. I looked in the mirror, I looked beautiful. I was happier. I was sad, I looked into the mirror, I cried. I looked miserable. I didn't want to, so, I faked a smile and it turned real. I was happy again. I was angry. I looked in the mirror, my ego was hurt. I broke the mirror. Now all I see, are the broken pieces of the world and me. (4.6.19)

Yup, thinking the whole goddamn universe is what we crazy people do at night. Ideas, like the stars, that shine bright in our minds when it is dark.

What keeps you awake at the middle of the night? Coffee? Nah! Anxiety? No also. Random YT videos? Close. Writing ideas blossoming out of nowhere? Yup!!! Just imagining things, and constructing something at the back of my mind.

will be shook, when you look at me now.

regained what you took, will be wondering how.

a page in my book, now i'm so over thou

my growth off the hook, you'll be takin a bow...

(Og)

Ahhhh perfect and pure fantasy of love ✨💜

jazz music is just so great and romantic like yes just spin me around and dance with me in the kitchen while sinatra croons on the shitty radio we own and just love me love me love me

"Life is a series of random events that happen between birth and death.."

They said. They said out of utter innocence... Or maybe ignorance.

'Random' is when something SEEMS chaos.

Seems...

'Random' is when we can't understand or find a pattern, that satisfies our human brain.

But one day just

Stop. And observe .

Observe the tiniest bits,

instead of seeing the big picture,

look at the fine details.

That is when , you'll see.

In the mind of God

this world was created.

Nothing is random here.... Just so intricate ,

it is hard to comprehend .

But just try, and you'll realise ,

that it is not cliché

to say that ,

Everything happens for a reason ,

cuz it does.

Some butterfly, flapping its wings in any meadow in Australia,

can cause a hurricane in Africa and we'll never know.

not like it means to or even realises it can ,

but it can .

Everyone needs their dark space,

a safe place,

in a dark room, under the blanket or

in them closed eyes.

Where they can hide away from the world,

just for a moment,

think the whole goddamn universe

and just be...

The Clock

The clock ticks,

ticks to leave us all behind.

Behind in past

where we thought of future,

but where are we now?

Oh! I wonder...

Somewhere in between

'should' and 'would' we live,

live, but don't give

enough to the clock that ticks

today, to give us life.

As you level up, life gets harder. One step forward and your hard work pays off. If you work, you succeed in the next level. ork now and rest later.......

We expect our friends to be our family and our family to be our friends. In all this confusion, we fail to value either.

How about letting each of them remain thereselves and love them no matter what?

☆☆☆