Love.

I don’t need roses, rings or flowery words.

I don’t need big bags, cars or houses.

Love’s not supposed to be materialistic.

Giving flowers is just a symbolic thing that

society had manifest. Having a man being

a fairytale slave to you just shows how 

incapable you are. Love doesn’t mean

being dependent. It just means being

able to do things with the one you

love without having to expect or

demand anything in return.
 

As such, true love renders

nothing but true companionship and a

magical bond that connects.

That being said,

I’m grateful that I have finally 

found such a connection.

It’s the most blissful feeling

in the world. And I’m so thankful

for that.
 

I love you. 

#Love  #Relationships  #thoughts  #personal  #spilled ink  #writing  #words  #veltrice  

Absence.

They say absence makes the heart fonder.

But humans ain’t made the same.

 

Absence makes me forget things.

It makes me lose the feel that was

right initially. It just makes me forget.

And then I move on not caring about

what happened in the past.

I’m cold like that.

But I don’t think it’s a flaw.

Instead, it actually helps to

make you happier, really.

#veltrice  #personal  #thoughts  #writing  #words  #spilled ink  #people  #absence  

Truth be told.

I doubt anyone understands me.

Even I don’t even understand myself.

So why, I ask.

Maybe my mind’s just playing those

little tricks. Or maybe, I don’t even

have a mind of my own.

Hah. This is ridiculous.

And it doesn’t even make sense.

But really, who exactly am I?

And do I really not have a mind?

#spilled ink  #words  #veltrice  

Perfectly you.

I’m happy.

I hope you are, too.
 

Because even in the darkest days,

there is bound to be light.

And so, strive on.

Because happiness doesn’t

mean perfection in everything.

You can be perfectly imperfect, too. :)

#motivation  #writing  #words  #spilled ink  #veltrice  

Leave no stain behind.

One day, I will disappear without a trace.

No one would be able to find me. I will

escape to a foreign land; no one would

even know my identity.

Because, it’s tiring living on a land where

memories flood like birds flocking

amidst their prey; I’m tired of walking

into the many things that constantly

evokes all the painful memories.

So I shall escape.

And when I do, 

I will never leave a single clue.

#thoughts  #personal  #words  #writing  #veltrice  #spilled ink  

-blank-

I don’t know what’s happening any longer.
And I’m not feeling anything. I’m just like…okay. That’s fine. Then I continue with my stuff and no longer care about anything.

So what happened?
I really don’t know.

#life  #words  #writing  #spilled ink  #veltrice  

Unpredictabilities.

Maybe the unpredictability of life

just provides the slightest degree

of hope. Such drives you - drives you

to believe that some miracle might

happen.

It makes you look forward

to the next minute. Then hour.

Then day. Then month… Years. 
 

Just thinking; hoping; wishing

that something special,

just might happen.

#life  #unpredictable  #writing  #words  #spilled ink  #people  #veltrice  

Expectations.

I’m so tired.
So I no longer have expectations.
Because expectations lead to disappointments. And I hate being
disappointed.

So I’ll lie low.
Because the ground will
always be levelled; and I
would no longer have to
experience what’s like to
fall from where I thought
was the safest place.

#expectations  #writing  #words  #spilled ink  #veltrice  

Yes.

I have learnt to stop caring so much because it gets so tiring. If someone doesn’t even want to cherish the moments, I should too. It takes two hands to clap. And I soon lost my momentum trying to help get those beats through. I lost hope. But I tried. Tried hard to save everything. But then again, I got tired. So I no longer care. And I no longer would try. I don’t even feel apologetic. Because you were the reason why I stopped being who I initially was. And I’m sorry for not being sorry.

#tired  #words  #writing  #life  #spilled ink  #veltrice  

People.

Everyone has bad vibes living within them.
Everyone. Even the purest person you know.

Everyone has this anger hidden within;
Certain vengeance waiting to be seen.
Because all in all, individuals are technically,
emotional creatures being thrown together, to make sense of what has been presented to each of them. And to act in a way that supports respective intentions.

So there are no good or bad people. Truth is, we are all the same. It’s just the magnitude that withholds the bad - bringing out the good in an individual. But we are still bad people. Because, no one can be entirely good.

Then again, we are good people. Because, no one can be entirely bad.

So the thing is. There is no good or bad people. There’s just the stereotypes that highlight the bad. And the recognitions that highlight the good. In the end, it’s just people making lives hard for other people.

It is only when we learn to let go of the perception of what’s ideal that one would be able to judge the right from the wrong.

But, society never understood.
And so we suffer.

#people  #writing  #words  #spilled ink  #veltrice