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In search of a definition for maturity, I thought less, *Pinterested* more. Coz wasting tym is anther kinda immaturity. The first post says- letting go is what maturity is. Then the second one says- realizing people’s situations is maturity. So, what if someone wants to leave u? Should u keep thinking, it’s just their situation or let them fuck outta yr lyf? It's a paradox hashh.

We all face it. Trs w'd teach u the value of 2+3, then ask what 3+2 equals on the exam sheet. Its all so insane until you realize it's the same thing.

Letting go = silence. Realizing people’s situations = silence. Being a crybaby just brings a cup of milk with extra stress and tension. Lmao. Text, sext, fuck, whatever u do, donn let yr peace shatter. Stop acting as if u r the oxygen n someone's life, live n let live.

~NEPTUNE

People appear around me,
They talk behind me,
receiving my farts.
Like it's something sweet,
they devour it.
my gossh
'm so happy for it,
Let them talk,
bark, bark
n bark,
I’ll be ready to deal with them soon
a bowl of bones,
to keep them shut
at least for a while.

I always wondered,
what language does a moron speak?
to spill the secret,
I turned the mirror,
uttered a few notes.
N there I found my answer.
smiling with grace.

Be Useless So Nobody Can Use You

gyan tho meri ni

Things could’ve been diffrnt...
If that day was erased
but it's all good
As far as I know
a sweet reminder
of how we stay,
LIke forgotten crumbs,
In the cupboard.

NEPTUNE

I had this fear,
What if they don't acknowledge me?
What if they avoid my gaze,
What if they ignore my words?
Time passed,
So did I.
My actions are just an act,
A drama where I’m the artist.
The actors might forget their lines,
And that’s okay,
I don’t mind.
I'm ought to make my words,
whether they r noticed,
or not!

NEPTUNE

Who knows me well?
I looked at the mirror
Saw my reflection.
Took a pic
Yet the *me* remains
Unknown to me.
It’s deep,
way too deep
Harder to know
Yet still, it's good
Question that keeps
you going.
Plain yet decorated.
Simple yet Hard.

NEPTUNE

If I had another life,
I’d be that flower,
Blooming and fading
Before the world even notice
I existed.
Serene...Calm.......and soulful end.

NEPTUNE

Shattered Yet Bedecked!

I lay dead,
With grace,
A man in his thirties came,
And my soul cheered
-thinking of the mourns (not *moans*)
he was about to.

He stepped in,
teeth clenched,
Grinned in sorrow,
Sadly, yet with cheer,
I knew,
The one before me was my friend too.
*Cursing my view of people*-
I slept in peace!!

NEPTUNE

Sitting in the corner,
With a pen in hand,
Scribbling my day-
Scribbles turned to tears,
Tho
the tears spoke of my strength.
The day was perfect,
-Mix of cheers n pain,
shaping who I am-
within me n for the world.

NEPTUNE

Philophobia__ the fear of emotional attachment.

fear the *co-s* over the *foes*.

I heard her,
opened my doors
thinking my ass was safe,
But she ran to the next door,
leaving my story in space.
Perfect gossiper,
pitched my ass,
to serve the next door,
yet I opened mine :again:,
with a pan in my hand.
Laters',
No one banged on my door,
As she rested in peace

~NEPTUNE

If my smile holds *no* genuineness, it means I've realized how valuable 'm.