Posts tagged with dreams
Again, My Pulse Just Raising Up
She’s just a call away. But I can’t call her. And I don’t even know why.
See How Stupid I Am
See how stupid I am—overthinking for a whole day, and all she sent was a “Hi.”
Lost Between Dreams and Reality again
yet in my dreams, she responds as if nothing has changed. Each night, my mind provides the closure I long for, only for reality to remind me of the silence. A cycle of hope and disappointment, where dreams offer comfort that reality refuses to give.
The Struggle She Never Knew
She left without a word, but the pain never left me. While she moved on, I was stuck in the past, drowning in memories she never even knew I held on to.
First Time Away
Staying away from home for the first time felt like hell. Three days without my parents, without my usual routine, and my mind just wouldn’t shut up. And then, just like that, a childhood memory hit me out of nowhere—reminding me of the time I asked her to hug me. The past and present blurred, dreams felt more real than reality, and for a moment, I forgot where I even was.
Stuck Between a Dream and Reality
She called. She wanted to meet. It felt real—too real. But then, just like that, everything flickered, and I realized… I wasn’t awake. And when I finally did wake up, all that was left was silence, an empty phone, and the weight of a dream that felt too much like reality.
Lost in a World That Isn’t Real
Dreams are killing me. No matter how much I try to escape, they keep pulling me back—showing me things that will never happen, making me relive memories that shouldn’t hurt anymore. I don’t know how to stop it, but I need to. Before I lose myself completely.
Realization Loop
struggling with reality, love, and the demons of the past.
Sometimes I Think I Can Dream in 4K
A broken leg, a classroom full of eyes, and then her. Harshi. Not a blur, not a dream—just real. And her gesture, telling me to calm down… That moment, that look—I can never forget.
Songs, Memories, and the Shit I Can’t Escape
She’s just a call away. But I can’t call her. And I don’t even know why.