"You're just hopelessly hopeful, and I'm just hopeless enough."

Trapped.

No, not really. More of like a haze, both misleading and confusing. And invisible shackles bounded round ankles. With a thousand different paths strewn ahead.

For what it's worth, I stare blankly, at blanker pages, and gaze into nothing, yet with the occasional laughing. And once it comes, it drowns out all other glimmers of promise. Like childhood christmases, in the wee hours of that festive day, you go downstairs, still in your pajamas, with milk in hand, brimmed with excitement, dash to the tree, only to find.

That dull thud. Yes, you recongnise it with no trouble. It's a familiar feeling you've had for a while now. It sinks. Not like a stone in water, like paper in quicksand, slowly, and unevenly. Matched with heavy sighs and airy murmurs.

You choke. You meant to scream, but all that you hear is a muffled wheeze. You can't find your voice, and you realise its replaced with a whisper. Not your own, but one of a stranger's.

Hear that celebration? It's the ringing of regret.

Nope, not another one of those pseudo emo posts. I just keep finding myself in the weirdest of situations, with the emptiest of thoughts and in those times, mostly, I turn around and run.

"Why don't you marry her so that I can punch her?"

You're adorable.