sometimes I feel like I only have a timeframe of five seconds to write something decent. when things just come together at last. like when I feel a little sad without being depressed, when I feel a little euphoria without being drunk, when I can be honest without feeling guilty, while phrasing tears with a smile and pen down fears in pride. when I can talk about myself without feeling selfish and look at my life not in doubt but smirking in surprise. 

when I manage not minding too much. about what you might think. about what you won’t read.