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randomjotdowns · 2 years
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After almost a break of half an year,maybe more than that,
I finally took my pencils and drew something on paper
Uncovering that thin sheet of plastic that covered by new sketchbook,
Opening it with immense joy,
Those first two blank fresh pages,
Took my long lost friend,
My drawing pencils.
My eyes were lost at those graphite tips,
And how it was gonna make a perfect duo with those blank "not so white"pages.
It felt like a big warm hug.
All those random scribbles, to those exquisite sketches,
Those meaningful and unmeaningful drawings I'm gonna pour onto it,
That freedom of expressing anything you want onto it,
No limits,no rules,just freedom of expression.
The ways my art is gonna be perceived by others ,
That perspective even I am unaware about,
That perspective which I even haven't thought about,
Those new beautiful artworks I am gonna make, with those same old hues,
Just adding lil shades, tones and greys to it,
All these thoughts just made me happy.
I was taken aback at how just getting back to my hobby,felt like a big warm hug
Didn't know , going back to a
hobby that you missed out ,in your busy life
Would complete that missing piece of jigsaw puzzle in my life
Didn't know, going back to a
hobby that you buried,on your journey towards something,
would help me find my lost self
Didn't know,it was that part of me I was searching for
Realised how badly I missed this hobby, only after I got back to it.
I wonder,if going back to hobbies feels like the same for all!! Or is it just me?
Or maybe I love this hobby for than anything 🤷.
"I know,I would stop doing this hobby after few days, I would again forget this piece of gem inside me" - said myself
"But then, it's fine,
Just come back, when you feel lost again✨
Just come back ,when you need a warm hug✨, ",- said that inner voice.
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randomjotdowns · 2 years
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Being emotionless is scary,
We don't laugh out so hard
Neither do we feel sad at something tragic
Being emotionless is strength at times,
No matter how hard they try,
We don't fall down
We don't mind 'em , instead mind our own business
Being emotionless is scary,
A touch,word,or an action,
of love,care,and affection
Can turn our stone hearts to just a soft one.
Being emotionless is scary,
Because at times we realise,
How good it was to be filled with emotions.
Being emotionless is a curse and blessing at the same time.
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randomjotdowns · 2 years
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At times you realise,
It's just you and only you
And none in your life can help you,other than yourself.
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randomjotdowns · 2 years
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Something that life taught me:
Everyone are hypocrites fr
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randomjotdowns · 2 years
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Fictions seem like the only escape from reality
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randomjotdowns · 2 years
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Reality of life sucks!!
That's why I love fictions 😩✋🏽
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randomjotdowns · 2 years
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Hate it when people use me,and throw me like a tissuepaper.
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randomjotdowns · 2 years
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Cringe to think about the fact that we overshare about us to many people who don't even think about us.
Eww!! Nothing is more embarassing that that
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randomjotdowns · 2 years
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Attachment is followed by detachment.
Periodt.
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randomjotdowns · 2 years
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The people I trust have become null
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randomjotdowns · 2 years
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Oversharing is one of the worst embarassment anyone can have
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randomjotdowns · 2 years
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When you no longer know yourself
Pffttt!! *That's the Dead End*
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randomjotdowns · 2 years
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If "Too lazy to talk" is a phase, I'm pro at it
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randomjotdowns · 2 years
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It's either an infinite number of thoughts through my mind or just a blank.
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randomjotdowns · 2 years
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When people leave,we let a part of ourself leave with them, which comes backs to us only when me meet them again .
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randomjotdowns · 2 years
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When in pain,
People makes you forget the pain,
Covers it with temporary happiness,
Makes you feel like nothing happened
Pain is just blur
But ,in the end,
We are all alone again,
We remember the pain which got covered,
We remember everything that happened,
Pain is then clear
Clear and Sharp to tear us apart
I wonder if the reality is we becoming happy or we covering up the pain??
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randomjotdowns · 2 years
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Emotional detachment to everything is a
blessing and curse at the same time ig🚶
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