I write.
You read.
End of story.
I talk.
You hear me out.
End of story.
Not. Because everytime people talk, there's some talking back that happens. And more talking back. And more talking back. And the end result is?
Some crap.Mobile bills.Restaurant bills.Caffine.Cup cakes.
I don't know.
I have grown sick of connecting to the world via my phone. My phone seems to annoy the life out of me. Out of nowhere. I wish to downgrade to a simpler phone. If I bring it up, my family will throw rocks at me. Hence I decided to use technology to fight technology. I have pushed my phone into the flight mode and people can contact me nomore. Plus, my phone stays switched on. Comes to use when I want to look important and punch into it.
Am I sounding too serious for my usual standards? My apologies.
MY PHONE IS ON THE FLIGHT MODE AND I AM ON NO FLIGHT AND I AM LOVING IT BECAUSE PEOPLE CAN NOT GET THROUGH TO ME. Not that many try :D
You hold expectations from people, I hold expectations from time. People fall in love with people, I fall in and out of love with time and things. People come and go, time stays. People fill up time, but time is the end result. People expect you to love them back, make love, lend money, time doesn't expect anything back. I make zero sense when in words, but in my head, these thoughts are making perfect sense. I'v been told I'm going to grow more indifferent and blah than I already am. God bless my people.
I love people, I really do. It's just that there's this part in me that walks 5 steps ahead and recoils 10 steps back. All the time. Effortlessly. I don't know how when why.
Now throw some confetti.
Other day I was laying on the terrace, it was around midnight, I took out the cigarette and tried lighting it, but failed, wind was good, and I wasted around 15 match sticks trying.
I lay down again and saw Orion shinning brightly in the clear sky, I changed the song on my mobile and watched Orion some more.
Sorted.
You read.
End of story.
I talk.
You hear me out.
End of story.
Not. Because everytime people talk, there's some talking back that happens. And more talking back. And more talking back. And the end result is?
Some crap.Mobile bills.Restaurant bills.Caffine.Cup cakes.
I don't know.
I have grown sick of connecting to the world via my phone. My phone seems to annoy the life out of me. Out of nowhere. I wish to downgrade to a simpler phone. If I bring it up, my family will throw rocks at me. Hence I decided to use technology to fight technology. I have pushed my phone into the flight mode and people can contact me nomore. Plus, my phone stays switched on. Comes to use when I want to look important and punch into it.
Am I sounding too serious for my usual standards? My apologies.
MY PHONE IS ON THE FLIGHT MODE AND I AM ON NO FLIGHT AND I AM LOVING IT BECAUSE PEOPLE CAN NOT GET THROUGH TO ME. Not that many try :D
You hold expectations from people, I hold expectations from time. People fall in love with people, I fall in and out of love with time and things. People come and go, time stays. People fill up time, but time is the end result. People expect you to love them back, make love, lend money, time doesn't expect anything back. I make zero sense when in words, but in my head, these thoughts are making perfect sense. I'v been told I'm going to grow more indifferent and blah than I already am. God bless my people.
I love people, I really do. It's just that there's this part in me that walks 5 steps ahead and recoils 10 steps back. All the time. Effortlessly. I don't know how when why.
Now throw some confetti.
Other day I was laying on the terrace, it was around midnight, I took out the cigarette and tried lighting it, but failed, wind was good, and I wasted around 15 match sticks trying.
I lay down again and saw Orion shinning brightly in the clear sky, I changed the song on my mobile and watched Orion some more.
Sorted.
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