#excerpt from a story i'll never write – @mymellowcupcakestudent on Tumblr

Those nights you wish would last forever. Those conversations you wish were endless Those sly smiles and chuckles you wish you’d seen again and again Those people you wish would stay together Those moments which you so badly want to grasp but at the back of your mind, you know the clock is ticking That’s called nostalgia. Being devoid of those moments suddenly. It’s such a unique thing. Cause looking back, it sets fire in your heart And makes you realise, that even if for one moment, life can be perfect.

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“ Describe the colour blue to someone who is colour blind?” The colour blue is like the gushing of strong wind against your body. It is like the crash of the surf against the coarse ground. It is the sensation of petrichor. It is seeing a smile developing slowly on a loved ones face. It feels like the guilt you experience when you make someone cry. It is seeing the clouds dreamily propel themselves on a sunny day. It can be soothing, yet fearsome. But in the end it makes up the essence of our lives, the drop that matters and the colour of most of this planet.

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Suddenly the realisation dawns upon me. For too long, I’ve planted my roots in someone else, watering them religiously but mostly they end up being plucked. A flower blooms very rarely. It’s high time, that I plant them within my heart. I’ll go out on a limb hoping that these roots sew my broken heart back, even if it’s patched. Maybe those leaves will make me breathe fresh in the air laden with hope. Maybe those flowers will make my heart bloom with joy. Maybe, I need to look within myself before I look inside others because I’ve seen that others will run away when the dreadful weather arrives.

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