feelings are brave

Often I find myself dreaming of this episode that could have been a beautiful memory, that might had brought tears and a realization of this pain, could it have built enough strength to love beyond the usual.

When I lie and walk when I close and watch, when I shower and when I eat when I fall sick and I speed, I think of u without trying to think of u. like the gulp of air that I don’t have to try, I need it I need u to survive.

Every day I trick my heart and make believe, we are better off like this, coz a promise had to be kept and distance had to be made, because that’s what doing what the heart wants is being impulsive, and we love the tag of being fair, no matter how badly it screws.

Being a slight different terrifies. The opinion terrifies. Being a shadow in the dark feels safe, being the lone sun terrifies.

Feelings are brave it’s the mind that shits the pant