Maybe, just maybe, there’s a universe without all the chaos in my head; pride that makes me so fiercely independent and the coldness in my heart that I can turn on and off like a security fence.

I talk in my head. And aloud when alone. Writers & Winters can never stay happy. Music heals even death. Food is the reason behind all friendships and enmities. Travelling makes you wise, even if it’s the travel of your mind. The one who laughs is the bravest of them all. Being kind is a beggar’s luxury. When in love, betray reason.


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