The scars of a first love can't be erased

I've learnt to not be bothered by the lips you have and are going to kiss, the bodies you have and are going to touch and intertwine because they're merely prepping you until you find me again, until fate decides to hold you by your pinky finger back to me.

If my heart's a house, it's caving in

Build me a door - a doorway out of my ruined heart.

Turning 21

Eighteen more days and I would officially be dubbed an adult. I won't deny it; I am terrified to the bone of growing up and getting older, and all that it entails. However, I am anticipating it as well. I am walking face first into the brick wall of adulthood with all the courage I can muster.

I know it is going to be a tough, long road ahead because nothing's ever easy, but a part of me harps onto the hope that the brick wall of adulthood would be Platform 9 ¾ - a portal that would open an entirely new world for me - and the moment I step over into adulthood, I would be fascinated and enchanted in more ways than one on a daily basis.



Welcome to the theater of my mind, the animation of a hopeless dreamer.