Hello :) yes i am talking to you, it may seem like i am not, but i actually am talking to you. how are you doing?… is everything okay with you?… how about your day? is it the way you expected it to be? … i will take that as a no :) don’t worry it isn’t a bad thing at all, “it’s just a phase” that’s what they say. you will be fine, pinky promise.
but why do you seem so alone? it’s like you don’t want to be seen in this life again.. why is that? … are you scared? … of what? and why? yes, i know the answer to this very question.
alright, let me tell you about me, i am just a boy who lived his live away from everyone, that never tried to trust anyone and never found anything so interesting. it’s like living in a black and white world, you imagine a whole life that cannot even come true or be applied to the way your life already is.
have i ever felt like i wanted to wear my white shirt, black pants and put on a striped tie slowly while lifting my chin up and looking at myself in the mirror? then walk down the streets wearing my black winter coat, carrying a novel in one hand and holding up an umbrella with the other while it is raining? . i guess it is how i always imagined my life.
hold on! i totally forgot to tell you about the part when i head to some fancy cafe, sit there order my regular black coffee, because honestly it is just another day when i don’t want to sleep so early. turning pages through the novel i have in my hand, and i find a phrase that totally describes how i feel. this is considered one of the happiest moments of my life to be honest, knowing that someone at the other end of this world we live in feels the same way that you do. describes every single thing that you feel using those simple words that carry a lot within.
i know you think i haven’t answered your question, which was mine long time ago, but i actually have :)
we often imagine our lives the way we want to live them, that’s why we feel heart broken once we find those thoughts inapplicable, so we end up closing the doors of our rooms, listening to calm musical pieces, drinking hot chocolate and end up not trusting anyone, or in my case, closing the novel i have merely started reading, holding my umbrella and running in the rain hoping that no one would steal the very little glance of happiness i held with my bare hands.