Same Old Story: Fragments of thoughts.

There is a reason for everything right?
I believe so. Today I looked at myself in the mirror when I washed my hands. I stopped and looked at my face for a little longer. Not to see if I look good or anything, simply to see how my feelings inside were painted on my face.

This pair of eyes that people used to think as sad had never really appeared so to me as it did today. It begs people to understand..to stop and take a good look at why it is so. Honestly no one has ever really done that until I met you. I fully realized it today, a few minutes just before I started writing this. You really love me and these eyes. Sometimes you don't understand them, other times you can't see them. Despite all that, you love them and you love me. I am more than glad i have you. and yes, i love you too.

My eyes aren't as bold as its color. They are actually weak and fragile. Words are most treacherous of all. They pierce like a knife. I almost forgot how it feels when words stab. The pain penetrated. Tears ran down. same old story.

I need you with me now. not possible, I know.
you are far away. I wish that sentence I wrote was not true. Sadly, it is.

There's nothing good about being twenty-five or older. Growing old is not pleasant. Same old story. yes, again. It sucks when you feel like you stop growing but Time keeps adding up your age. to me, One good thing about growing old is that people give less shit about what you do. Not always tho. yes, its annoying.

There must be a reason why when you 'grow up' we should go build your own life, go away from your family and start living on your own. Yes, the older you become, the harder you find to be around people who used to teach you, raise you or whatever. If you feel that, it's time to move out and start your own story. Write your own page, no theme or plot set for you. Write whatever you want down the page. After all it's your own book. your own life. your own days in this world.
go live.