Me, Myself.. and I

Your the only one watching your life. Your the performance and the audience. So take care of you. The show deserves to be watched.

The script

Its strange and amusing, how people come and go. You know, people who come inside and actually unlock doors. Its hard for us to retain how we felt back then. Humans. Blessed and cursed with the gift of forgetting. Yet, you know for a fact that you swore you'd never forget. But you did. Temporarily. Yet, you know that some moments in the years between then and now , you felt their presence again, somewhere..sometimes, in the randomest.

You think of shooting a text..no maybe an email? knowing you actually wont.

What would you say? Do you still know how to talk to his heart? how to trigger ? Maybe not.

You brush it off and go to sleep with a weird taste in your dream. Then it happens, because oh it does happen. Your somehow face to face. You cant help but blush, feel the blood rush, and think oh fuck. Caught off guard. What do you say? Oh hi, how are you. Society taught us how to pretend..scripts and small talk, we can do that. Smiling but really wanting to just run away. Regretting why you came to this place anyway. Your both wondering, why does this feel weird, after all these years? but you both know exactly why. Making common people chat, forgetting what they once had.How they touched. How they vowed.The pain. Forgetting who they were in that time, realizing how much they've grown apart,

Knowing that this person undoubtedly shaped who you are,

yet failing to see it in their spark, what spark?

And just in that moment, you understand

and you get that feeling that you were bound to have

that feeling that your meeting..for the first time.

Fill me

What do you do when life puts a block on ur adrenaline duct?

Do you fall back , accept it ? Would you rather be sensitive about things you don't really care about, or not being able to feel anything towards the things you care about the most? What do you do when nothing excites you, when nothing surprises you? When your tears flow no more and your pressing hard ? What do you tell the girl who knows it all? Tell her its spring again.. smile, forget the winter blues in december.. and carry on.