Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Yes I had a dream


Things won't work out the way you want it to be. It's guaranteed. It will happen. You know the day will come when you get punch in the face. You know that very well. People will say so many things that can influence you. If you're not strong, you'll just believe the guy who is the opposite of you. You go like '' Oh, why not? It's worth a shot ain't it?''  No. You push aside those thoughts, you get up and be whatever you want to be. Chest up, face with the brightest smile, warm pair of hands and controllable emotions. Take all these and be a worthy human for once. You got to believe your plan will work eventually. Even if they say it's not working. What you need by your side is someone or a small number of people who will be there for you. Those who are unwilling to fight with you or for you, you forgive them and smile. It's hard to make them understand. It tires you. It drives you insane. Why make them understand when  they are already capable of changing themselves? 

What I want from all these is I want to have things moving as normal as possible. So real that my eyes do not close because something like a surprise shines brightly but the 'normal' glows. I want it to glow. The pair of eyes just watches everything and blinks unintentionally,when it wants to. I don't want it to be great, I don't want it to be something so good that it's unreal. I want it to be normal. Normal is fine. Normal is the best damn thing you can cherish and have hope for . I want to be able to sit down with a random person who can stick with me till the very end and laugh till our jaw breaks. Laugh till our stomach aches. Laugh till we laugh some more and some more till we're old. And when we're in our wheelchairs just waiting for some angel to take us away. I want whoever you are to remember all the laughter we made and say '' You're one hell of a guy''. I want it to be so emotional that I want to see the tears of bliss, satisfaction and hope. And some day when we meet again, we'll laugh some more. 

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

You know when sometimes you meet someone so beautiful and then you actually talk to them and five minutes later they’re as dull as a brick? Then there’s other people, when you meet them you think, “Not bad. They’re okay.” And then you get to know them and… and their face just sort of becomes them. Like their personality’s written all over it. And they just turn into something so beautiful.
Amelia Pond 

Saturday, June 16, 2012