the other day i was cleaning out some old boxes and found the baby clothes, those tiny things that never got worn. now i keep replaying the moment my coworker asked me about trying again, like it’s a game to win back something i never had.
was at the store just standing there like an idiot, literally staring at the shelves trying to remember why i came. honestly can’t even focus on the groceries because of this weird feeling like my whole life is just floating around without a plan.
just realized i have not picked up my guitar in months, months, and my fingers feel so awkward trying to play a song i used to love, like all my friends are posting their new songs and showing off their skills while i sit here, surrounded by dust and half-finished melodies, wishing i could get back that fire that used to burn in me but instead it’s just a quiet, quiet echo.
just realized i have not picked up my guitar in months, months, and my fingers feel so awkward trying to play a song i used to love, like all my friends are posting their new songs and showing off their skills while i sit here, surrounded by dust and half-finished melodies, wishing i could get back that fire that used to burn in me but instead it’s just a quiet, quiet echo.
yaar, bas aaj toh poora din grocery shopping karne gaya tha aur bas ek hi item yaad nahi raha, cheese. ghar waapas aate waqt socha yaar, matlab samjho na, kabhi kabhi aise choti choti baatein hi zindagi ko bekaar bana deti hain.