Rehaan_

These feelings he caught, he knew, were a con,
The strings that bound, his mind's own spawn,
He needed to be far but near he was drawn,
And just like that, before long, he was gone.

wishing you a happy birthday, though belated.

Wishing you a happiest bday of your life ! Have fun and grow old lol

‘I had a theory that love was about paying attention. It's the one thing you can't buy or fake or make up for at the last minute. So the things that meant the most to me were the little details that told you someone had been paying attention, memorising your random preferences, letting you know they cared.’
— “Take Me Home Tonight”/Morgan Matson

You rode the summer plains with heart in a couplet,
And found a wintry room with nothing but a dying hearth;
You craved for the memory of a hurtling rivulet,
And all you are left with are clogs of unmoving tired earth