Merry Christmas

Its Christmas eve today... That's only the best part about the evening.

And this post, is completely out of all the woes and smiles, in my life.
Its about me. Though of course, I have different place to write about it.
It is sentimental things, that attach me more to this blog.
I have 1.5 years more, for my grad school to finish. I feel miserable at heart. 
But, I am way more confident, in terms of my assignments.
I can click, somewhat. Write, well.... that's commendable, I feel.
And I have dreams.
To have my own publication, my partnership design firm.
And a happy life.

And while I think I am on my way to all this....
There are heartbreaks, from people, who I really thought my own, till yesterday.
And, Parties... To loose myself out.

This is the 21st Christmas Eve, of my life...

to some people

At a certain point of time, you really tend to think that you are being missed.
You are being loved.
And then its proven wrong.
For you may think life has stopped. But then it never did. 

Life is much shorter. I would suggest rather. Don't ever think like wise. 
Emotions are for control. Like love is for being personal.

You should always be an intrigue. To others.
That's where fun lies.

Urbanism

What people do between buildings, is very relative. Depends a lot on how the space stands at the end.
However, I find it weird. When people don't walk to connect, and are always on wheels. 
I also find it weird when I get back home after 6 months. As it is in one of the cities I hate. 

Freedom, isn't that easy. Neither free.
And that's the irony.

I love a bigger city. 

The inspiring notes that fly

Some where in there, as you cuddle up in the softer blanket, than mine. 
I just wish to be there at mine too, a few days later. There always exists a parallel universe.
I wont get back to cut a cake. But of course, there'll be uprisings.
I'll drink all the more coffee. And wear more glasses. 
I hate those posers. They speak of nativity, and demonstrate solidarity to the far.
And we are alike in this point of view.
Lets show what we belong to. What we adapt, and what far has to give to us.

I know I have to get to the far. Anyhow. 
You were the fuel.

Showdown

Today will be a night. The one to remember, and then embrace in arms. To dance, along hypocrites.
To rejoice and drink, to you.
It has come but once.

We have had good times together, of which I really can't stop speaking.
Like there's a always a good time, people spend, between buildings. There's a weird dilemma I have been facing for quite some time now. And I guess that's kind of reflected in what you are reading now.
Perhaps I am tending towards restlessness, more than ever.
I of course show eclectic features. More than ever now. But that's what makes me. 

Tomorrow would be the last day. Of, may be us. I do not know. You have responsibly spoiled the previous some time. And I get a feeling you enjoyed it. Really, how far could you go?
Let's be fair now.