Earth is a sad place

Earth is a sad place, right? We can’t do anything here to feel that we are the ones who are in control. I always think about what it would be like to control things like in sci-fi movies. Being like superheroes, doing stuff that no one else can do. But that’s just one of my dreams. I can’t even control a single thing. Like the last girl who left me, Or the one friend that never talks to me over the calls, I can’t change anything. I feel helpless, so I play with my keyboard. I like writing. Cause why not? Saying the things often people miss. Writing isn’t a superpower. Some people say that it is, but trust me it’s not. People always forget why they started writing. Over 85% of the people who are writing are heartbroken or want to feel what it's like to be heartbroken. It’s a hobby. Something to live for. For me, at least. I watch good movies. Like the top 100 movies of all time. I pick up the names from the list and then I start watching a few. I saw some pretty good movies. Sometimes overrated too. There was a movie called “The notebook” where a guy used to write letters for her girlfriend and he kept writing it for a year. Like 365 letters in 365 days. That wasn’t the good part of the movie but again most of the people like that part the most. For me, it was their death. On the hospital bed, together. How lucky they were to die with their favorite person. I am not like most of the people here. I like talking to random people for no reason. I have attachment issues. I am pretty sure many people have cured that in their lives. I like writing poems. But I am terrible at this right now. I like only a few of them. I am an introvert. Who likes to talk to a few selected people only. My best friend never called me on the phone. Why am I sad about this? I don’t know. I know I should be sleeping right now, but I want to write more. Sometimes, I feel like I will stop writing forever. But there are people who told me to continue my writing. I don’t even know if they are reading me or not. But I can write for them. For me. I am selfish. I know. But why not? I guess my mom is awake. What if she finds me writing? I don’t know. I hope that doesn’t happen. I have a movie recommendation for anyone who is reading this. “The perks of being a wallflower.”

~Praphull