Dont ask me my fav color

I barely talk to people, so if we ever talk, don’t ask me my favorite color. Talk to me about life, existence, sadness, happiness, anger, fate, trust, anxiety, the revolution of this world, and the thoughts that stay awake at night. Talk to me about why God made us and what the real purpose of living is. Talk to me about whether humans are just surviving or actually searching for meaning their entire lives.

Talk to me about pyramids, ancient mysteries, civilizations, and the things this world still cannot fully explain. And about aliens too whether they truly exist somewhere in this endless universe or if they are just myths humans. Tell me if somewhere out there another life form is also questioning existence the same way we are.

Talk to me about how much effort I put into having him and still didn’t get him. And why rejection changes a person quietly, why I overthink, what thoughts run through my mind when I sit alone, and why silence sometimes feels safer than people. And about how I manage my anxiety, why I stay calm even in chaos, and what pain taught me to become this quiet.

Ask me about why I don’t like modern love and modern lifestyles, and why I feel more connected to old-fashioned love the kind that was patient, loyal, deep, and not easily replaced. Ask me about why I prefer repeating the same outfits again and again — maybe not because I don’t have others, but because familiar things feel comforting in a world that constantly changes. Why I feel insecure sometimes and afraid to go in public.

Don’t try to show me how perfect you are, because I don’t believe in perfection. And don’t hide things from me either, because hidden things make me overthink more than the truth ever could. Tell me how you love someone, what’s the most beautiful thing about them, and the little things you do for the person you love. Ask me about why I love him, what I see in him, and why I can’t and don’t even want to love anyone else.

Talk to me about Kafka, Dostoevsky, Socrates, Plato, Albert Camus, Ahmed Faraz, Jaun Elia, and poetry that understands pain without explanations. About my favorite movies the full story, the scenes I carry in my heart.

Talk to me about dreams how you have imagined your dreams how you want your future, talk to me about my traumas gently, and tell me about yours too — the pain that changed you, the dreams that keep you awake, and the life you are still trying to build despite everything. And don’t only tell me about broken relationships. Tell me about successful marriages too the patience, forgiveness, compromises, loyalty, and how people keep choosing each other even after years.

Ask me about my overthinking, anxiety, stress, depression and the things that are weighing down and tell me yours too and lets overcome them. I don’t want shallow conversations. I want the kind that feel like poetry at 3 a.m. real, deep, raw, and unforgettable.