precise..

Life's like that.
It gives you exactly what you want, not more nor less..

eventually..

Ultimately we all want that one person who’s world revolves around us..

soothing..

The warmth of winters envelopes her..

lie..

And then she finally lost one of the most sacred things that was actually never hers..

alluring..

She cannot say that she has the best of tastes,
But its enthtralling to be able to appreciate art and fashion..

surpass..

Delighted to be capable of such time pass..
.. But obviously not without anything at stake.

reckless..

Beyond caring..

this..

You do not know what you have missed till you experience it..

sated..

She feels funnily fearless, like it is all going to be alright..

enough..

Peace please..

anguish..

Hurt though she is, she wonders if it is worth risking it..

admonish..

You see/ read something and you get so inspired and awed.
And then suddenly you begin to lose interest; you fail to see the magic you saw earlier. You begin to wonder what it was that you saw in it that drew you to it.

And you hate yourself for doing this to the piece/ picture, and more so because the injustice you did to it. You took what you wanted from it, when you needed it and then left it like it meant nothing.

It seems so unfair and yet you cannot fake it, you have to let go when you have to..

fury..

Even anger can take you places..

please..

Hoping that it will work itself out..

partial..

Some things are better left incomplete..

susceptible..

At times, even incomplete things make more sense than perfect ones..

hollow..

It is getting more meaningless by the day and worse by the night..
You just go through the motions to complete the cycle and bring things to a closure.

trouble..

"Heaven forbid, you end up alone."
A phrase that haunts her right now..

enlightened..

At times, all you need to do is sit in the darkness to see light..

content..

Sometimes all it takes is a text to make your day..

something..

Nothing like anything..

connection..

She doesn't know how he just gets it..

happiness..

Apple of her eye, her muse he is..

need..

The necessity of change is much recognised,
An organisation of life becomes compulsive..

lost..

She just doesn't know how it works anymore..

mundane..

So she tries to clean up all she can..

plea..

And she asks for more and then some..

simplicity..

Simple and sweet, that's how life was to be..

me..

Stupid stupid me..

oblivion..

And then she wished the world would end.
Just like that..

sinister..

It gets creepier as it gets closer..

light..

How changes can be so sudden..

smile..

How little things mean so much..

singular..

A difficult one, but it has to be taken..

sting..

It is surprising how that didn't hurt at all, rather a welcome feeling..