How do you wake up after you spent the previous night crying?
How do you stop believing in something that made you happy for the longest time?
How do you move on when your feet are firmly planted on the ground?
How do you stop yourself from fallingĀ when you cannot see where you’re landing?
How would you choose which path to takeĀ when you cannot see beyond what is in front of you?
How does your mind forget when your heart recognizes only her?
How do you let go of someone who had chosen not to hold on?
caffeinated sonnets 
i’m sorry.
No worries. This bit was inspired by a song š
it was good, though. i felt it
Thank you very much. I’d take that as a sign that perhaps I am doing something right in terms of writing.
I’m a die-hard fan of your genius and the creative juices your brilliant mind extracts.
Thank you for the kind words but I am hardly brilliant. I feel, I write, I ache, I write. I close my eyes and try to imitate humans.
But thank you.
To create something beautiful out of the rubbles in the soil, make people stare at it in admiration and wonder “how did she manage to put all the rubbles together?”, that’s nothing short of brilliance for me.
Still, I beg to differ but thank you for the kind words.
I am just glad that I am able to write.
Keep feeling, keep writing. (S)he who writes defies humanity and attempts divinity.
—Glen
Comes with a great price but I will. Thank you, I’ll take note of that.
Can i assume those questions were more rhetorical and lyrical than desiring of any answers?
It is safe to assume that š Most of the time, I find it easier to ask rather than answer questions.
Thank you for dropping by.
Thought so, Thank you. and you’re welcome š
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When words are extracted right out of your thoughts, your soul!! Thank you for writing this
I try to, though baring my soul scares the heck out of me. But writing has been one therapeutic release, so here I am.
And comments like yours give me the shove I need to get going, so thank you.