You are wanted. You are necessary. You are the only you there is. Don’t be afraid to leave the castle. -j. n. 


11 Jan 2018, Thursday

(oh my god it’s already Thursday, time is such a bitch)

21 minutes past midnight, what am I thinking?

1. Fresh milk comforts me in such a way that everything feels so much better. There is something about milk that forces me to see differently. Not a word mankind has invented would suffice and elaborately explain how strongly I feel for milk. Milk. I run looking for milk when my day gets a little grey; I want it when I’m extremely joyful; or when I’m anxious. I just simply love it, and I don’t need to expound further. True love needs no explanation.

2. The ability to produce tears is something that I acquired for the past 2.5 years. For 16 years, my eyes were peacefully going for the quiet life undisturbed by tears. Little did I know that everything would change the moment I stepped into the pathway which read almost adult. I was quite unaware that there is another dimension of me who is a total crybaby. I don’t hate it. As a matter of fact, I liked crying as much as I liked laughing. I assume crying and laughing now share the same spot on the list of things I like doing.

3. Why do we like naming things? Why can’t we just leave them be? Why?

4. Happy is my thing.

5. I am in love when I am watching a movie. Or reading a book. Or listening to music, just staring blindly up at the blank ceiling. I am in love with the now. I have everything that I could ever hope for. And I don’t wish so much.

6. Wanting is not my thing.