I want to write

poems, stories 

everything I feel.

I began with poems (rookie here),

wanting to explore myself

before

exploring the world.

I don’t love fiercely

or hate deeply 

anything in particular.

I’ve never had the urge

to want something badly.

Lately, I find myself craving closeness.

Those aren’t my thoughts 

perhaps borrowed from stories,

from committed friends,

from strangers,

because I see it everywhere.

I love my own company:

the mind that overthinks,

the heart that sinks and rises,

the hope that tries to fade

and still shines bright.

The part of me that wants to be ruined,

the self that believes I’m capable,

the one who still writes “Dear diary” at the end,

the hollow in me that thinks

I will ruin everything,

And the quiet me

who is always searching

for things to fill the void.

Edho rashina being random is what I’m, 

(I like my randomness) nenu exam ki prepare kakunda idk what I’m doing but it feels good writing all this things, post cheyalani lekunde but i see people here post there thoughts, rant’s and everything they feel, so, alaaaa IDK 

( If edhanta chadhivi unte, emana rayandi kinndha, My wanting attention self, will be delighted ) idk what I’m saying or asking ..!

Feb 14 effect kadhu 😑