4 am

Its quite. I am sitting on the mattress and wishing for a ticket to fly somewhere. Doesn't matter where. I can imagine myself by the window, looking at the city becoming a dot. Oh I want to feel the turbulent flow. I need it so bad. I feel like its the only place where I can feel relaxed. I feel like the earth holds too much worries for me. Worries I come up with mostly.

I want to fly away.

P.S.

BirthDays.

I always make big ass plans, get all excited.
And at the end something goes wrong.
I like Birth Days. Drinks, Friends, Candles....
SO this one, I wont wait for it.
Won't make any plans. If something happens.
It will happen. With or without my excitement.


"asking someone to say they love you is like buying
yourself a birthday present. It's more than likely exactly
what you want. But it must make you feel awfully sad to get it."