Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.


‘I was worried for you.’

“You needn’t be. I am okay by myself.”

“I know you are not. Nobody with red, swollen eyes is.”

“Oh, stop. That’s called sleep deprivation.”

“It’s called a hopeless-struggle-to-put-on-a-mask, silly!”

“Not even a term”, I replied.


8 responses

  1. True

    July 6, 2014 at 1:45 pm

  2. Sad, yet true.
    Also, I like the new look of your blog.🙂

    July 8, 2014 at 6:17 am

  3. Very relatable post. Almost like the same conversation I have with myself when looking in the mirror sometimes. Poignant writing, as ever🙂 x

    July 20, 2014 at 11:42 pm

  4. Wondering what made you write this…

    July 24, 2014 at 9:24 pm

  5. Beautiful ♥

    July 25, 2014 at 1:43 am

  6. I mean WOW! the way words explain everything!

    August 28, 2014 at 2:45 am

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