Growing Up

I don’t remember growing up, I can’t remember when I stopped asking for goodnight kisses or sliding into my parent’s bed after having a nightmare. I don’t remember when my morning routine changed from getting out of bed for breakfast to staying in and convincing myself that I am enough and I’m hardly convinced. I’m turning 20 next week and it feels a lot older than it’s supposed to.

A LETTER TO ALL WRITERS

As a writer, I often make multiple drafts when I write anything; This indirectly means wasting a lot of paper. But it is a fun sport too. Tearing a sheet and crumbling it to get a perfect shot at the dustbin across the room is the next most exciting thing I do. But yesterday night, while I was asleep, my conscience got to me, and I had a rather amusing dream. So today morning, I woke up and decided to write it down in a more ‘reader-friendly manner’ for writers like me.

Gravity falls

“Is this just fantasy?
Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see.”

There they are, all the galaxies of the world, spinning away.

Girl in the Mirror

“I used to look in the mirror and feel shame, I look in the mirror now and I absolutely love myself” Drew Barrymore, This poem is from when I got tired of the girl in the mirror and before i fell in love with her.