love stories are toxic. it make people fantasise beyond reality.

meeting the destined love is like striking lottery. not anyone can seize happiness, only the few lucky ones. the chance is slim, like one in a million.

there is always a need to keep the feets to the ground. dont let ur fantasies inflate ur desires

we are born the way we are, with no intersection between our lives.
how i wish u could feel my heartache.

i wanna hold u tight in my arms, so u can feel my heartbeats which pulsates plainly morbidity.
im falling into a state of grave depression.
i can find solace in friendship, but the my smiles are superficial and desolate.
there is some emptiness that calls to be filled.

hey u, u r wanted

in wonderland, i hunt a heart
in reality, i hide a heart.
what an irony