maybe i miss the butterflies.
maybe i miss the warmth.
maybe i miss your hands in my hair
or the moment time stands still.
maybe i miss the fragility.
maybe i miss the late night talks.
maybe i miss your lips on mine
or the moments of peaceful silence.
maybe i miss the time.
maybe i miss the what if’s
or the what could’ve beens
or maybe i miss the idea of you.

Be yourself,
Alone and indoors.

There's no stopping, there's only hesitation and then going to a next level in the wrong direction.

Don't keep a count of

good things you have

done to others;

Your cruelty is immeasurable.

Where are the laughing faces?