I remember realising in class 7th that science is actually all around us, that there's nothing where physics doesn't play a role or chemistry or biology for that matter, but i grew up and realised more so, that art is actually all around us too.
Well you can say we're made of 70% water but aren't we made of dreams too
You can say the wind around is nothing but a conventional current but it gives you unconventional peace too
Yes there's gravity holding us down but there's hope keeping us intact all the same
There are sunrays coming from a million miles away but sunshine definitely thrives in our eyes too
There are waves and there are tides, there are full moon days and blue moon days too but what about the tide of emotions that we feel? What about the full moon days that feel like blue moon days because we're hurt or broken or sad or everything altogether?
The eyes visualise, but the heart knows what's yet to come
We speak, and what's spoken remains said, but we speak in silences too, in words left unsaid.
They call it adrenaline rush, we call it butterflies fluttering
They call it being asleep, and we call it being truly alive.
Science tells you why and how you live, but art gives you a reason to keep doing it.
And there's no denying that scientists and doctors and engineers and astronauts are far extraordinary people,
But poets, and artists and dreamers and wanderers inside of them all make them human.
So yes Mr Keating was right you know?
And yeah Billie says the world's a little blurry, but music sets it all clear
And they call Van Gogh schizophrenic because he was being too real
Well all the poets really did think too hard, and now it feels like a never ending sea
So i leave you with the single truth of life - that only art can set you free.
like the clock ticking telling me i've one moment less now with you
like the sunrays changing directions telling me it's going to set soon
like the birds out there as if gossiping about us
like those kids on the street knowing we're losers
losers because they can make as much of the time as they like
but we, we're the unlucky, we don't really make time, time makes us or better yet breaks us, mocks us, tests us, tricks us, wounds us,
because we don't give in to the usual distance theory,
because we've distorted science and made believe
that if it starts on you and gets back to you, c'mon isn't displacement zero? and i know i never understood physics but ain't love no more understandable too because love that's far is closer in the heart, and the only time it's closer than it seems is in my hundred daydreams.
"What are we doing, Zayn?" Whispered Harry. They were lying in bed together in Melbourne, languorous after the post concert high.
"Babe? What's wrong?"
"You are engaged. And yet here you are lying in bed with me."
Zayn sighed. "We are having this conversation now then?"
"I think it's about time we did, don't you?"
"I love Perrie, you know."
"Good to know." He muttered bitterly.
"Will you let me finish? I love Perrie. She is one of my best friends. But I am not in love with her."
"Then why did you propose to her?"
"You were dating Taylor and I was jealous. I loved you and there you were having the time of your life with her. And Perrie - I mean she does love me. And although it may have started off as a PR relationship I did end up caring for her. I wanted to hurt you." Whispered Zayn. "The same way you had hurt me."
"You're an idiot."
"Oh trust me I know. I rushed into the engagement. And I think that she and I both know that somewhere deep down. But everyone was so happy about it. Our parents were thrilled that we had made it official and by now it has become more about making other people happy rather than us."
"That's bullshit." Hissed Harry fiercely. "So what? You are going to just go along with it? What next? You guys will get married and have three kids just to appease everyone? What about me, Zayn? Don't my feelings count? I have loved you since the past three years. Why the fuck is that not enough for you?"
"Of course it's enough for me! In case you have forgotten, I love you too. Always have Harry. It may have started with us hooking up because it was convenient but trust me, I fell for you after the first month.
You scare me? Do you know that. Sometimes I wish I had never met you. Maybe then I could have been the fiance that Pez deserves. The one who doesn't think about how his bandmate fucked him while he is in bed with her."
"Don't try to put this on me. You are responsible for your own shitty decisions Z, not me. If you want to break it off with her do so. Or be with her if you want. But it's not fair that you keep stringing me along."
"I know." Whispered Zayn. "We won't get married, that is exactly why we have just announced a long engagement. I will let her know at the end of this tour that it's over for good."
"You better. I deserve better Zayn. Both of us do."
"I know babe." Zayn hugged Harry tightly, thoughts of secret recording sessions with Shahid, how he was now going for days without eating because he was nauseous all the time and how with every passing show he was getting closer and closer to throwing up on stage due to the fear that tonight he would not be able to hit the high notes he was supposed to. It felt so overwhelming at times and Zayn was not sure how long he could take it.
But Harry was in his arms for now. Harry - the only one who was keeping him sane through this entire mess. And for now that was enough.
'To be honest, Harry and I were never really talked when we were in the band so I didn't expect to keep in touch with him.'
The moment the words left Zayn's mouth he knew he had fucked up. This was going to be the headline of every trashy magazine next week.
However he had panicked okay? He had listened to Harry's album, after all how could he not and it was so fucking clear that Meet Me in the Hallway and From the Dining Table were about him.
Harry had finally responded to I Don't Mind after radio silence for a year and a half and he was so, so angry and in love with him at the same time that it made his head spin. He understood to some extent where it was coming from. He had left midway despite promising Harry that he would stay till the end of OTRA but he had been so tired and sick - both physically and mentally. It was only after close to a year of therapy that he finally came to terms with how bad the band had been for his health.
This honestly shouldn't affect him. He had Gigi now. But Harry brought back memories of quiet nights in bed, fucking each other in corridors hoping that no one would walk in on them and discreet handjobs in cars much to Louis' amusement.
He missed him. And Harry - didn't seem to miss him back. He was off becoming a movie star and releasing new music and had changed his number when Zayn had finally had the guts to contact him a couple of months after he had left. Also, the snide remarks in interviews hurt. He had always known that Harry could be petty but he didn't think that he would be cruel.
So yeah. A small part of him was vindictively happy about getting a chance to hurt Harry back the same way Harry had hurt him.
We can't choose or force ourselves to love someone. The world will never be happy that way.
We don't go find love. Love finds us. And in the most unexpected way.
Our feelings are unexpected. They push us towards things with suprise. While our brain says no. Our heart knows better. Because the heart sees what the eyes can't.
We end up liking people we don't want to.And then we can't stop because the feelings is...amazing. It makes you feel alive!
But it's worth it.
That feeling when you sneak one look at that person and find them already looking at you and your brain keeps shouting no but then you finally give in to your heart. Your heart blooms with a smile on your face.
That's the feeling I want.
That's what I want.
Since childhood I have been easily guessing things and picking up hints. People could never suprise me because I always found out beforehand. I want to be surprised. I want the unexpected. But I know that running around looking for it won't help.
Because it will find me.
No one can force it on me.
I can't force it on me.
It will come to me when it has to. All I can do till then is be patient and move forward. It is meant for me. I have written it in my destiny, my fate. It's just on its way.
It's mine so it's a bit lazy but it will come to me
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