The plan was all ready, all set. Things were figured out, places were decided. We exactly knew where we would be in a month. We planned things in a way that it would just be perfect for us. All I’m trying to tell you is that it was all sorted and nothing could’ve gone wrong. But guess what, even after all that planning, it just didn’t happen. We did not happen and I guess that’s maybe just fine, that’s okay. Not all things are meant to be. Sometimes not having a plan is all that’s required. Sometimes people and things happen on their own and we just need to give it the right time.
Any haiku fans here? 😀
So I wrote this recently and it reminded me of just how much I love crafting them. Add to it that I wasn't using a computer font to deliver it but my own hand lettering. Feels pretty good like that, you know.
Do you write? Do you love it just as much and more? 🖤
You know these things as thoughts, but your thoughts are not your experiences, they are an echo and after-effect of your experiences: as when your room trembles when a carriage goes past. I however am sitting in the carriage, and often I am the carriage itself.
In a man who thinks like this, the dichotomy between thinking and feeling, intellect and passion, has really disappeared. He feels his thoughts. He can fall in love with an idea. An idea can make him ill.
- Friedrich Nietzsche
// Thus Spoke Zarathustra//
You were never mine to begin with so could I ever claim you?
You were nothing to me, yet you meant the whole world to me.
I really thought you could glue back the broken pieces of mine but then foolish me forgot that you were my nothing.
You were my nothing yet your opinion meant the world to me. And I hoped that mine mattered to you too but that wasn’t the case it seemed.
We were nothing but yet I would find myself day-dreaming what would it feel like if we were something.
You were never mine to begin with, yet I can’t even think of claiming anyone else as mine but you•