Whatever Happened to the Awesome?

There was a time when i looked up to the simple joys in life... & went "awesome"... no... the awesome had nothing to do with the very famous legen... wait for it.. dary Barney Stinson's (Neil Patrick) love for the word... & no.. it does not even have anything to do the cutest Dean Winchester's (Jensen Ackles) love for the word either... i guess I was born with the "awesome" syndrome... i looked for awesome everywhere i guess... & so i found it... in the simplest & sweetest of things... people were awesome... the trees.. the bees... the colors... the flowers... India Vs Pakistan was awesome... petrol prices were awesome.. Rajiv Gandhi was awesome... Kapil Dev... respect... awesome... EVERYTHING was awesome!!!


Then... we got struck by luck... & unfortunately we stand where we do now... that's when i got to know of these other people who also believed in the awesome.. but i dint see awesome in the surroundings/people around me.. i saw it in unexpected things... advertisements now are awesome... movies now are awesome... what happened to the people being awesome? where are the trees? where are the birds & the bees? now a days everything is lame... India vs Pakistan... lame... petrol prices.. lame... Mayawati.. lame.. infact all the politicians... lame... Steve Job dead.. lame.. Sachin retired from ODIs.. lame... the black dot on the white screen for Damini... lame... since when does putting up your facebook/whatsapp picture as a dot help? will she come back alive? will she be un-raped? will talking about it help? has rape stopped ever since? can the government undo something? anything? can shouting about making Delhi safe make a change? will asking for help from others change anything? will not travelling late at night help? will not talking to men help? will women taxis help? well, who the fuck will help them? will the burkah help? will keeping a knife help instead? i dunno... will keeping pepper spray help? i guess... will learning karate help? i believe it will give a better chance?

as 2012 ends... all i wanna know is whatever happened to the awesome??? & since when does lame replace awesome??? as 2012 ends... & we enter into 2013, i realize... things have changed over the years... & things will change this year as well... at the end of the day, it is survival of the fittest.. it is always a fight... a fight to be a step ahead... everyone & everything is trying to kill the other to survive... the petrol prices will keep rising for the business to survive... politicians will keep making false promises to survive rajneeti... people will keep changing their profile pictures to dots to feel they are making a difference... & then back to a flashy sexy posed picture... blah blah... my point... im sick of the lame... whatever happened to the awesome??? i wanna make it awesome yet again??? can we all make it awesome yet again???

Marriage... the scary one!

We are born in a country where people expect you to do everything on time cuz time (& tide) apparently wait(s) for none... there is a right time to study... there is a right time to have fun... apparently, here we even have a right time to marry... like the exact time... when the stars align for that brief moment... when nothing can fuck your marriage there after...nothing like nothing... yet, marriage "the concept" still scares me... so i've been told by many a women that "when i was your age, not only was i married, i had also borne a child already".. so dude... is it my mistake if you lived in the era of child marriage where you were stuck (like glue) to a partner that you barely knew & were expected to continue the relationship till death does you apart?

sometimes i feel i was born in the wrong era... i should have been born when we are a lil' more open minded... but then, maybe i was just born in the wrong country... i should have been born where people get married for love when they are young & stupid... & if it works... it works a lifetime... where career will eventually grow on you... but love once lost is gone forever "is the concept"... & if it does not work, then fuck it, chuck it... they get married again when they feel they are mature... & then again... when they actually do get mature... then again when they realize its no biggie being mature... lets act immature... & again & again & again... till they decide... these are my last few years... lemme marry my one true love FINALLY!!!

Instead... i am stuck here... where people marry or want you to marry.. at the right time - one time... & expect you to carry the burden no matter what it pulls you down to... it may be a bad marriage where he hits you... or she shows you down... or there may be no spark... both want different things outta life... both are stuck up... or both are too vulnerable... they are too similar or extremely different... yea don't gimme the opposites attract crap... i've had enough of that already today!!! also... all said & done... women in India are considered a liability... (whatever happened to being Lakshmi - the asset)... why does one expect it (the concept of marriage) to NOT scare someone?

so i sit here... writing a blog post about marriage (while i copy my data from my old lappy to my new viao (yeyeeeee) - yea... that's how much importance i give to marriage... i multi-task over it... not to mention.. i am streaming 2 episodes of Supernatural side by side - yes.. now i definitely am deviating) wondering, whatever happened to the times when i used to think of the happily ever ever.. whatever happened to those stupid candy dreams of the white horse & the prince charming.. have i lost it completely? my faith in marriage? & if that is so... why do i still cry while smiling when i watch a happily ever after ending in the movies? i wonder... if i'm scared... or confused... or if im expecting too much... cuz... somewhere deep down, i do wish for the prince charming who i dont care may be an ass to the world... but still is my prince charming... is it me asking too much or should i rise above the scared & tip towards settling? cuz even though i said... i should have been born where its ok to marry a bazillion times... yet... i want it to be the forever & ever... the one true love kinna thingy!!! is it really possible or is it just wishful thinking???

Days of Our Lives - Powered by Facebook

Memoirs…  the beauty of the memoirs… they can be revisited.. time & again… you can smile.. remember… imagine… It such a mix of emotion… to walk through the times that you don’t remember… the times that you did witness but can’t seem to recall right now… like your childhood… like when you were smashed beyond everything… those were the days of our lives… eat.. play… sleep… repeat… I love to walk through m when im sad.. when im happy.. when im lonely… when im angry… when I feel that nobody loves me… & that I make no difference to no one.. & that im a useless pc. of shit… cuz I did some shit behind me man… & that gives me the strength to get back up… do some more worthwhile shit again.. to smile *YET* again!

Pictures.. the reminders of our past… or memories captured… That is our 1 day old angel… awwwww *mmmmuah…  left profile… *click… right profile *click… sleeping *click… in gramma’s lap *click… kissing mum *clicccccck… in between mum & dad *flashyyyy… with the fav toy *click… with aunt.. with uncle.. with relatives.. having a feed… making faces… with cat… you have a million pictures by the time you’re 1 yr old… 1^st bdy… click click click… billion clicks… when I was a kid… the cameras had a roll… so we waited the perfect moment for a click… now… you can take a bazillion clicks & upload m up on FB…

It is the electronic age & everything can be found on a 3.5” palm top (yes, i mean the iPhone.. yea m a showoff)… your lives... in my palm... from when one was married… to their honeymoon.. intricate details such as entangled legs on the bed that they made love on… the animal shapes of the towels placed beautifully on their beds… the rose petals… the washroom they took a shower in (in my head – together)… maybe even a cozy picture that screams we made out right after this click… who kartay huye bhi upload kar do bhai *dammit, leave some territories not for my imagination… the kids’ pictures from day 1 till they themselves have a FB account… 1 yr bdy bash… 1^st day at play school.. 1^st day at the real school… move on from pictures… 63,206 characters written memoirs… im happy status… im sad status.. all guys are asshole status… no woman can be trusted status… im single yet again… im engaged…. The finger to you all… I love you all… im sexy & I know it… im in love again & the world is beautiful… everyone has to die one day… Life is a bitch… karma is the hound…  & ITS COMING FOR YOU!!! 

like a song.. *share it with the whole world… got a deal... *sell it to others…
Awesome speeches by some awesome speakers with awesome messages – *notes to the whole world.. whats on my mind you may ask??? Everything… it works all the time… so here goes my status.. songs as statuses… boss screwing my happiness… gf dusn let me work, y dusn she understand hunger triumphs love… then there are tags… was with my best buddies *tag*tag*tag*tag*tag*tag *(FB only allows tagging 6 ppl in the status, but I love you all)… finally going vaishno devi *location tag… at work *tag… at home for a change *tag… after 3 days of constipation, you’re such a relief *poty tag*… I may sound like a hypocrite, but I too love facebook, i would even share this post via FB… & I do my share of status & tags & likes & uploads… all im saying is… love facebook… but connect with people more - PERSONALLY!!! cuz RIGHT NOW, the world is a witness to our lives… every year… every month… every day… sometimes every minutes… sometimes multiple times in a minute… Welcome to the days of our lives.. Powered by FACEBOOK!!!

Heights of Love.. The Unanswered Question!

Continued from http://www.geets13.blogspot.in/2011/12/heights-of-love-raising-curtains.html
Story begins at http://geets13.blogspot.in/2011/10/heights-of-love-prelude.html

He froze... half at what he did... & half at what she did... what did it mean... she said not a word... she didn't even smile at me... her face was blank... not terror... not anger... not happiness... i could not see anything on her face... Adam thought in his head, "yes, its stupid of me to say I love you to her right now... but i do... i can't help it...  if i don't tell her.. how would i ever know?" so... he got back in his car... to follow her down... "i needa know... she needs to knows... i wont give up... i CAN'T give up!!!"

He follows her through untill she swipes her card & takes her Silver 2 door Porsche Boxter into the basement of a 14 floor glass building... He parks to the side... & follows through... wondering where to go next... "14 floors & i have no idea where she would be"... but determined he walks in... only to be stopped by the gaurds... "Who you wanna meet?" "ummmm... im here for Grata... she works at the...." "ah.. yes yeeeees... you meet Mizz. Grata... yes yeeees... she work at the aaaaigth floor... what name i put on visitor card sir?" "ADAM"... that was easy... not many questions asked... so i gotta go to the 8th floor right then!!! so, 8 floors... where's the lift... c'mon c'mon... lower basement... upper basement... ground floor... & the lift opens... the moment of silence... there she is standing... her bright blue eyes staring right at him... she looks at him... knew right away that he had followed her here & steps out of the lift...

he looks at her with his intense gray eyes... not a word spoken... but a million questions she could hear... she knew what he wanted to hear... she knew what she wanted to say... he is hot... i want him... i want him... i want him... aaaaaaaah... & she said, "Don't blame me for breaking your heart... why did you give it to me in the first place?"

TO BE CONTINUED. . .http://www.geets13.blogspot.in/2013/05/heights-of-love-agony.html

The Small Talkers!!!

It is difficult being a girl... it doesn't matter how tall you are or short... whether you're wearing a traditional churidaar or a short top with a mini... if you are a girl... you can be eve teased... it can be casual or serious... you may choose to ignore it or take an action... my friend, Maitri, initially used to get angry when she saw me being eve-teased & asked me why i don't react & i would always say, i've learned to ignore... gradually, i guess she understood why & she learned to ignore on my behalf as well (i assume... lol)...

FYI, if you are being eve-teased & it is a recurring performance by the same bunch of guys, or they try to touch you --> BEWARE... take action ladies!!! contrarily, casual eve-teasing is when a guy passing by throws at you a comment... it may or may not be lewd... it maybe a nothing such as a *whistle* or a disgusting 1 amplifying your body basics in ways that make you wanna slap that fuck face, but you know "he too... shall pass"... & then there are these ones who would embarrass you, but you wouldn't wanna slap them... cuz you know, they are JUST TALKING to YOU!!!

i call them the small talkers, if they were chichoraas, they would rather have had eve teased you... it takes a lotta gut to walk up to a girl & break ice than just tease her from a distance...& these small talkers are embarrassing i tell you... & i got one today at the dreaded metro ride... Ok... so i dont blog consistently anymore... & i haven't blogged a lot about "life's funny moments" either recently... so you may not know, that i dread metro rides... why you may ask... because of metro maniacs "http://geets13.blogspot.in/2009/12/metro-maniacs.html"... anyway... so on my way back from work... i took the dreaded metro ride!!!

Meetu (who works with me, but is from the Gurgaon office) & i (who had gone to meet our team to gurgaon) took the Vaishali Metro from Dwarka cuz apparently sometimes, the noida direct one does not come on time... hence its better to change at yamuna bank.. so, we're standing at yamuna bank & waiting... & all of a sudden a guy comes to us... points a finger at me & says "excuse me... you were there on the train from dwarka... right" & i'm like *confused* "ya"... & he goes on to tell that he had been waiting for the noida metro for 15 mins & that it just wouldn't come, only vaishali ones would come, so he wasn't sure if there would be a direct metro till noida so he took the 1 that we took.. & as we are looking at him in disbelief as to why is he even telling us this story... he goes like "you know, i actually took a direct metro from dwarka till noida yesterday night" *in my head, "so if he knows there is a direct metro, y the eff did he say that he ain't sure of a direct metro"* meanwhile, he goes on to tell that "i actually work here in dwarka" *in my head "resume dogay next?" & Meetu intervenes to say, ya, they start from Uttam Nagar mostly (thanks to Mukesh ji for this piece of info that he gave me & suggested we take the vaishali metro) & he just looks at us *looking flushed on being cut*... turns around & walks away!!! - yes ladies, that's what you do when you're not interested in someone... cut them & they shall turn around & do the walk of shame!!! they embarrassed you, you surely can return the favor... right?

& I’m Wondering . . . Yet Again… Forever… Always!!!

Like I’ve said before… our mind is a beautiful complex machine that works in its quarter billion mysterious ways… we have the tendency to learn… unlearn… exhibit what we have learned… think… forecast… act accordingly… blah blah blah!!! We think… we understand… we estimate… we consider… we rubbish… we re-consider… we wonder… WONDER!!! & dammit… do I wonder… I wonder a lot… I wonder so much at time… about a gazillion things… I wonder enough that this is my 2^nd post dedicated to wondering… same wonder-full thought… just new things to wonder about… http://geets13.blogspot.in/2010/01/wonder-o-meter.html was the last one!

Off late I was wondering…

Ive been the boomerang.. it din’t matter how u threw me… I’d always turn back around & be back in the game… I would always think in my head I wont ever go back… cuz u don’t deserve me… but I’d eventually always make the same mistake… & when it was actually all said & done… & I had cried & sweared enough & when the once I got sympathies started to feel like “there she goes again”… I wore the other face & put up a smile… & when I dint start all about it… they’d ask me.. how am I doing… I would smile & say that im doing just fine… I’d lie & say that you’re not on my mind… but.. when I’d see them holding hands & walking as twos… I’ve been forced to face the fact… that im… im NOT over you… & I wonder... if I ever will get over you… EVER?

& then when everybody waits for me to breakdown & fall out.. while everybody needs to hear that one more crispy piece of gossip to sympathise with me in the face & make me the laughing stock behind my back… when everyone is waiting for me to do that one more stupid thing… I suddenly realize “what doesn’t kill you makes u stronger eh?”… & that I need nobody else to complete me… SUDDENLY, comes along this someone new.. I leave behind the tears & smile once again… oh yea… & its again brighter than the sun… so this is good bye… after all… the old flame needs to be blown off to hit the dark… so that YOU can enjoy the sun shine once again… eh? But then it makes me wonder… there is this someone new & im smiling all over again… did I ever give a fuck to you? & I have witnessed this like uuuuumm… yea… I’ve had my share of love affairs…

Love… love has always made me wonder… I think I first understood love as an emotion that I felt for the BACKSTREET BOYS… But what amazes me is how I now feel about the new boy band… “One Direction”… awwwwwwwwwwwwwww… I feel like a love struck teenager all over again… their voices… their peppiness… I am soooooooo in love all over again… im sorry Backstreet Boys.. I know I thought no one could ever replace you… not even a real lover… & a real lover actually NEVER came even remotely close… but One Direction beat you already… made me wonder, if my love for you was ever so true? Or am I just a bubbly peppy crazy forever teenager at heart who loves the bubblegum pop boy bands “TILL DATE”???

But then I think about John Mayer… & I wonder if I actually feel if that is love or do I just feel what a *THE* celebrity feels… I mean seriously… “Neon” is my caller tune cuz I actually am “always buzzing just like… Neon… NEON”… & when I hear him sing… when I hear those words… “& this is not to say… there never comes a day… ill take my chances & start again… & when I look behind.. I’ll thank my younger time… PERFECTLY LONELY”… or when he says… “MY STUPID MOUTH has got me in trouble… ive said too much again… I’d rather be a mystery, than she "he in my case" desert me… I’m never speaking up again.. STARTING NOW”… but hell somebody do something about all this wondering.. cuz I cant stop the talking as long as there is this wondering!!! ;P

Would You Love Me?

Would you love me...
when i smile so bright? &...
would you love me...
when i have tears in my eyes? &...
would you love me...
when i ask you to stay? but...
would you love me...
when i push you away?


would you love me...

cuz i'm the hottest you could find? &...
would you love me...
cuz everyone else calls you mine? &...
would you love me...
cuz i'm where the party starts? but...
would you love me...
when i'd be drunk on a helluva lot?



would you love me...
when i kiss your lips goodbye? &...
would you love me...
when i hug your sweet return? &...
would you love me...
cuz you love my soul? but...
would you love me...
when i'm outta control?


would you love me...
when i whisper in your ear "honey"? &...
would you love me...
when i make lots of money? &...
would you love me...
when i stand by you in your faults? but...
would you love me...
when i take my fall?

would you love me...
as years pass by?
&...
would you love me...
as old age comes along?
&...
would you love me...
as i may irritate & fight?
but...
would you love me...
as i'd love you still?

I'm a Bomb!

No, you're not just a boy... you're the man tonight... i'll walk away from you... but i'll never be outta sight... you're not the regular 6 or a 7... but even if you ain't a 10, you're definitely a 9.9... tonight the tables turn... i know you've got your eyes on me... yet, im not the hunted... & even if you've never been preyed on before... i AM your hunter tonight!!!


The years you have put into your some "teen" inch biceps... are gonna fail... cuz you "my darling" are gonna face my cherry bombs this night! you may think of yourself as a sky-scrapper, but from where i see, you're turning into nothing but debris... you think you're rock solid... but from where i see, you're just ice turning into water!!!

you think you've got all the right moves... but i'm ready to explode... can you hear me tick??? you think i'm nothing more than sweet sunshine... but, i'm a bomb baby... i can shred you into pieces... because the man before you... turned on the wrong switch!!! what can a chick do eh? but you better beware of me... & use steady hands... cuz you're not dealing with just cherry bombs popping anymore... to mess with me... you needa put on your armour man!

Try... Make it Happen!

It's not today that defines your life... so don't look at its current status & go "MY LIFE SUCKS"... apparently you are the one responsible in any case... Life is a series of events... from today, tomorrow & yesterday... Life is not what happened to you... it not what happens to you... that's destiny... Life is what you make outta what is happening!!!

People say life is not a fair game... well.. it ain't supposed to be darlin'... cuz even if everyone got everything that they need... there will always be wants & desires to supersede the needs... lets' face it fellas... we as human beings... always want MORE... & as long as there is the "this much" more; life won't be *i stand corrected*, life CAN'T be fair!!!

he is watching from up above... & there are more than some billion of us... life can't be fair to all in any case eh? it may or may not have been fair to you... you're looking at it from your perspective... it IS YOUR opinion... but, its not a matter of choice now is it? its not something we can have command on, now can we? it can give us anything.. you may take it or leave it right? we can crib... sure we can complain... but we can also TRY... we can try & BREAK EVEN with life!

Just today the papers read the happy results of IIT... im sure that are many a lakhs broken dreams... hearts... yea whatever... but there also are THERE who struck out with what everyone else would have believed should have been their destiny... i mean what parents under this sun would ever suggest to their kids (even now) "sonny, if you wanna ace the JEE, you better study no more than 4 hours... get ample sleep & you better unwind on FB" apparently, that's what the JEE topper did this year.. ain't it? & how many of us do NOT believe in the "like father, like son" theory? so how does the son of a vegetable seller crack one of the toughest examinations ever?

these guys should have been the average Joes... right? That should have been their life... right? but you know how it goes... life can either happen to you... or you can TRY & MAKE IT HAPPEN... YOUR WAY!!!

The Rebel . . . A Perspective . . .

Daddy wonders what went wrong...
why does my son dislike me...
why does my son rebel so much??
why does my son wanna run away???
i thought i am a good parent...
i give good food to eat...
i give good clothes to wear...
i give a good lifestyle...
i even give him good pocket money!!!

Sonny wonders what did he do wrong...
why doesn't daddy gimme what i deserve...
why can he never not trust me...
is good food enough???
are good clothes enough???
is this a good lifestyle???
is a good pocket money all that there is???

daddy said... if you want something... you have to work for it...
he thinks im a rebel....
he refuses to give me the pocket money...
i.e. if i dont do the assigned chores...
i say... its not about the pocket money...
infact... i dont event want this extra pocket money...

Daddy gave me Queen Bee* like he promised...
i loved her... her awesome rides...
i took such good care of her...
i hate chores... i hate cleansing... but...
i washed her... i cleaned her...
i oiled her... i greased her...
i got her timely pollution checks...
i got her extra premium everytime...
he gave me extra pocket money for the same!!!

Then comes the son in law...
he gave her my Queen...
just because he is older...
just because he has been around cars more...
i still love her... but i know im never gonna get her...
then why should i wash her... clean her???
why should i oil her.... grease her???
why why why... when i cant even take her ride???

you took away something i loved...
i dint love the washing... the cleansing... the oiling... the greasing...
i hated it... i just did it cuz she was mine...
i just did it cuz i could take her ride...
i did it cuz it was a package deal...
i had her... & for the good offered (the rides)...
i did the bad (washing, cleansing...)...
why would i do the bad if im not even getting the good...
im not a rebel... im fighting for what i deserve...
its not about the pocket money...
its about her... i want her back!!!

*QueenBee --> The Beetle

Background :: Daddy gave Queens to sonny for a short while; while elder sis was getting married... but he never intended to give her to him permanently... gave him the same temporarily, just so she could be running & does not rot... however, he never told him the same... the son believes he deserves Queens as he took real good care of her... but for daddy he was just a means to keep her running... so is sonny darling justified in wanting her??? or is daddy dear justified in getting upset with the son & stopping his pocket money cuz he dusn wanna oil & grease queen anymore?

Definitely Maybe. . .

I maybe travelling… I maybe shopping… I maybe running… I maybe with my folks… I maybe with my friends… I maybe alone… my activities change… my peeps may change… but, one thing never changes… I somehow lose my debit card every time… every bloody time! I check my phone each time… but noone makes any purchases… no SMS flashing xxxxx amount has been deducted; ever… if it is stolen… why no purchase… I think about reporting it but wonder if I really should… maybe its not lost.. maybe I just misplaced it… but then I think, lets be safe & block the card… but before I can do that... I wake up… It’s a recurring dream… the characters change… the places change… but the dream never really changes!

Its disturbing how dreams get to you… they get to me at least… & its even more irritating that they shout & scream things that I don’t wish to accept… apparently I don’t even wish to acknowledge the same even in my dreams… me wondering about whether or not I should block the card is my negligence towards accepting what I should “MAYBE”… & its irritating that its still a maybe… even in my dream… so maybe it actually is not lost… its just hiding somewhere!

You may wonder what the EFF does my dream really represent… well… dreaming of losing your debit card can mean many a things… of course dreams are open to interpretation basis your state of mind & state in life… for me… it currently represent a massive reduction in self esteem… me not blogging in quite some time & when doing little, blogging frustration maybe a good key! Maybe… this word… its just stuck in my head… my life actually…

 

Am I at the brink of losing it??? Maybe…

But then again… I still am not sure…

Afterall… the debit card is just lost… but there has not been any deduction in the balance… so… maybe my self esteem is calling out to me... maybe it wants me to look for it... maybe it wants me to find its direction... maybe it wants me to fight for it... 

just MAYBE!!!

Quiet Commotion. . .

always flowing... never at ease... deep in thoughts.. forever wandering...
so much to say... short of words... tired & beat up... still running...
harder... faster... to cover all ground... no set target... no set prize...
no such inspiration... yet aspiring... no such winning in sight... yet at such a loss!

pin drop silence outside... utter chaos in the head...
lying on the bed... calm as water... yet screaming... like the whirlpool...
no movement anywhere... sucha stand still... but oscillating vigorously...
one step forward... so much pain... but each step sends many steps behind... each time!

see the silver lining... moving farther each second...
sucha beautiful future ahead... a frustrating ETA...
so patient... so serene.. but forever running around...
like the ignorant street dog... forever chasing his very own tail!

such an achievement... such a fail...
that's life... in its purest form...
it's not a prerogative... it's a battle...
you gotta put up a fight... today... tomorrow.... everyday!

Friends... Lovers... Nothing!!!

Everyone makes mistakes... even the greatest of lovers... you cant perfect the relationships with time... nor with ever increasing experience...

You may have had your share of love affairs... you may think that you've had your share of mistakes too... but they ARE mistakes... the thumb rule is -- to never repeat them... the bottom line is -- you will still make them... new, different, BIGGER.. every time ;P

You see me... you love my eyes...
you hear me... you love my voice...
you pass by... you love my smile...

i see you... you wanna hold the glance...
i speak to others... you wanna talk to me...
i walk by... you wish i'd smile at you...

you wanna start with friends... become a lover... but this current nothing-ness kills you inside...
its tough to be friends... you gotta start with a hi... be overtly nice... probably always smile... when THEY need...
its tougher to be a lover... you gotta think, speak, breathe them... you gotta date mate fate them... to top it, you gotta remember each date... when THEY want...
its toughest to be a nothing... you gotta see smell watch from a distance... you gotta talk walk stalk in general... when YOU want!!!

SO JUST FRIENDS??? you dont want it!!! you want more!!!
SO LOVERS??? that's it... thats what you want... but do you also want a broken heart... & you know what comes after a broken heart... you go back to being the nothing... no... its a MISTAKE!!!
SO keep happy with being NOTHING???

??

??

I'd rather STILL make the mistake... i cant be nothing... i'd STILL love the mistake... cuz its a BEAUTIFUL MISTAKE!!!!
you???
friends... lovers... or nothing???