My words are trying to seek attention from you. I'm constantly lecturing them on how doltish it is to write about you. Maybe, it's I who needs to be chided first. I'm craving to write on everything you breathed life into. From the broken cookies to cornered trash cans. I want to tell this world, how I flew when you went past me. I want to remind myself, how I squeezed my pal's hand when you looked at me. I'm awful bonkers. I wish I could tell you not to touch these objects, because I want to love them for what they are; not since they bear your fingerprints. I want to tell you that you looked stunning in sleek black shirt rather than the white one. This is what I do. I end up weaving feckless pieces. Pieces, I'll despise to hate for they bear your references. I'm wondering if I'm depending upon your moves. I'm not, am I? My words are trying to seek attention from you. I'm constantly lecturing them on how doltish it is to write about you. Maybe, it's I who needs to be chided first. I'm craving to write on everything you breathed life into. From the broken cookies to cornered trash cans. I want to tell this world, how I flew when you went past me. I want to remind myself, how I squeezed my pal's hand when you looked at me. I'm awful bonkers. I wish I could tell you not to touch these objects, because I want to love them for what they are; not since they bear your fingerprints. I want to tell you that you looked stunning in sleek black shirt rather than the white one. This is what I do. I end up weaving feckless pieces. Pieces, I'll despise to hate for they bear your references. I'm wondering if I'm depending upon your moves. I'm not, am I? #YQbaba #love #life #randomness #uncertainty #yourquote #fallacy
