Major heartbreak or Major happiness = Good catalyst for discovery of music.

So you're sitting there. Happy and smiling and looking at the laptop, wondering whether to go online or just sit and stare at pretty pictures and you open iTunes and start playing some random songs, and then suddenly iTunes plays this awesome catchy song you've never heard. Yes, iTunes is awesome like that ;) and you go to see what song its playing and the lyrics makes sense. and listen to the song over and over again. yes, that.

I heard this song by Lifehouse today - Come back down.

What a track.

Somehow discovery of music is directly proportional to your current situation or its highly relateable( dunno if thats a word) but i make up words of my own every single day, yes, i'm awesome like that ;)

so i'm just gonna post it here. 

Staring right back in the face
A memory can't be erased
I know, because I tried
Start to feel the emptiness
And everything I'm gonna miss
I know, that I can't hide

All this time is passing by
I think it's time to just move on

When you come back down
If you land on your feet
I hope you find a way to make it back to me
When you come around
I'll be there for you
Don't have to be alone with what you're going through

Start to breathe and fake a smile
It's all the same after a while
I know, that you are tired
Carrying the ones you lost
A picture frame with all the thoughts
I know, you hold inside

I hope that you can find your way back
To the place where you belong

#MFMI - 3

Yeah, it's starting to melt, this obsession of mine,
Finally, feels like I'm beginning to lose the outline;
Guess I need to move on; and rhyme no more,
It's starting to fade quickly now, I need a new lifeline.

I'll miss being that different guy, for now I feel so distant,
Wish I could stop the world in its place for that one priceless instant.
When the pen used to relieve me of my sorrow and share my joy,
I knew this day would come; it could never have been consistent.

It is so hard to let go, to accept that the time has come,
The feeling of desolation, every time it makes you go numb,
Eventually, you learn to live without it, a passion that shaped your life,
And even when it's gone, you crave for that last crumb.

Switching over to something else, is easier said than done,
It's like locking yourself up in another inescapable, fancy prison.
For you know that when you're done over there, you'll have no place to go,
And maybe then you'd finally admit that you've had enough of the run.

I do not know why I came here, and neither do I know why l'm leaving,
I fell in love with this addiction before; and even now it seems appealing,
It's like a poison to me, which I dearly love, but know that I can't kiss,
I hope I may return for closure; for now, I say goodbye to the feeling.

#MFMI - 2 Love.

“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”

#messagesfrommyinbox

I'm going to post random stuff saved from my Inbox years back. I don't have any clue as to who wrote what. So if you recognize a post as your own, let me know. Credit will be given.

#MFMI - 1

I was not in love with you.
I never intend to fall in love with you.
Perfection was present in the friendship you gave me. I thought care did flow in mine.
Sadly, it was just a myth.
There's an empty space. No one else could take your place.
I'm still reminded of those nicknames.
I still try to come up with one for you, thinking, that the day it happens, I will send you a message saying, "Finally I found it. We have something new to our friendship. It won't be boring I promise. But please fill that gap of a best friend in my life again."
I dream of you frequently. I do. They remind me of the ways you helped me cheer up. The ways in which you made me happy.
"Rise and Shine" texts in the middle of the night, so that it's the first thing I read when i wake up.

Memories are plenty. These are just on the top of my mind.

I know it'll never be the same again, but it leaves me agitated. It has taken away the vulnerability from inside of me. Or maybe not.
Maybe it's just a way to look at it that way. Maybe I'm still vulnerable. More than ever.
Maybe I just don't let anyone come anywhere near me. I don't share my thoughts with anyone anymore. Maybe I've just developed a fear, a phobia, of commitment. Commitment in any form. Friendship, love, etc.
No matter how huge the wound is; No matter how badly you broke me; I still miss you, and think of you often. 

In places where no one knows what we've done.

In places no one knows what we've done.
Do you come,
Together ever with her?
And is she beautiful enough?
Enough to see your light?
And do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
Do you miss my smell?
And is she bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
And does she drive you wild?
Or just mildly free?
What about me?


Do you really feel alive without me?