The Deranged Thoughts Of A Girl

As she stared at the emptiness of life, Hoping to find a new meaning. She stumbled upon this black and white world, And smiled for she knew what to do. A tiny splash was all it needed, And a beautiful heart to accept it. But her colours were lifeless, Crumbling around for a tiny bit of clarity, She cried for her soul was tired, Tired of trying so hard. Tired of trying to fit in. Tired of being alive. And then she saw him, The perfect colours he wore. The perfect black and white. And she felt embraced, She felt elated to take the chance. He was mesmerised by her wonders, But more loved by her colours. And somehow they were perfect, Perfect for a new birth of soul. Hands entwined, hearts beating, Souls connecting, lives awakening, They painted a life, a new meaning, A perfect mess.

  My heart beating fast,hands holding on tightly,sweating a lot,but with a huge smile on my face I said "Mom,be careful! Don't worry,I am holding the cycle." "Don't you dare leave me! Omg,I should have stayed at home. I am gonna die!!", she screamed. I let go of my hands sweating profoundly. I couldn't stop smiling at how beautiful the moment was. Someone striving to achieve their dreams is an amazing sight. It makes you believe in miracles. It makes you persistent that there is no bullshit as broken dreams- those are the dreams 'we' are scared to achieve. With my hands on my knees,hair a stupid mess,panting heavily ,I wished the whole world was there to witness the moment.   "How did I ride? Was it correct? I did it ,right?", my mom asked in a hurry. Although she cycled in a zig-zag mode which would most probably kill half the people on the road, I flashed her a thumbs up and smile. Before she could set out on another killing spree, I

You often hear the constant blabbering of 'I wish I was an adult' , 'I am not a baby', 'I can make my own decisions', well basically the stuff that make 'being an adult' look good. Well, I am not saying that being independent and happy is bad. But the consequences of being an adult is kinda disturbing. Okay,give me a chance, let me explain. Do you remember times when people get really serious-eyed (I don't think that's a correct description. Damn it,grammar Nazis) and they take your hand in theirs and say "You are just beginning to live life. You'll face a lot of problems in future". Well, the first time I heard this was when one of my teacher held the class for a break to explain her life story and trust me, her eyes became foggy,she stuttered when she said 'difficulties', and had a fearful expression on my face. It scared the fuck out of me. So why was the journey of an adult so full of emotions?   I am not talking abou