In the midst of this battle with being unmindful and trapped in oblivion, I just sit tight for the summer to pass soon while sweating it out, waiting for monsoon. And now that it's here in June, I break free from my cocoon, I sneak out of my room with an ice cream and a maroon spoon. I sit under the serene moon, locked up in an unseen booth reminiscing my deceptive youth, much of spilled ink and little colourful hues. As I play my favourite tune by Typhoon, I sink in the sorrow of tomorrow, d...

In the midst of this battle with being unmindful and trapped in oblivion, I just sit tight for the summer to pass soon while sweating it out, waiting for monsoon. And now that it's here in June, I break free from my cocoon, I sneak out of my room with an ice cream and a maroon spoon. I sit under the serene moon, locked up in an unseen booth reminiscing my deceptive youth, much of spilled ink and little colourful hues. As I play my favourite tune by Typhoon, I sink in the sorrow of tomorrow, d...

Too often, we lose connections which we thought were established on a deeper level and believed to be unshaken by anything in existence. The greater the attachment to the connection, the greater the magnitude of pain. Too often, we hold ourselves captive for what happened. Some deem to be redeemed while some look for punishment. Too often, we cannot control what happens. Until it's in the past, it doesn't make sense. If you ever feel lost, just remember that some paths cannot be discovered wi...

Too often, we lose connections which we thought were established on a deeper level and believed to be unshaken by anything in existence. The greater the attachment to the connection, the greater the magnitude of pain. Too often, we hold ourselves captive for what happened. Some deem to be redeemed while some look for punishment. Too often, we cannot control what happens. Until it's in the past, it doesn't make sense. If you ever feel lost, just remember that some paths cannot be discovered wi...