How it feels to fall crazy in love.
It's about hopelessness and hope. Past and future Anxiety and freedom.
The positive vibes you experience when savouring life's little joys.
Why do we have to stretch ourselves to uncomfortable situations or states? To be honest, we don’t. We don’t have to push harder, to outgrow ourselves or others. We don’t have to wish for better things or to fight for a better tomorrow. It’s totally fine to not want things, to not wish to improve … Continue reading Why do we have to
This morning, I woke up lost. I woke dissatisfied that I got to open my eyes, Again, To face daylight, To face, What others, And even I, Expect of myself. This morning, I woke saddened, Fed up With nurturing such Dark feelings, Yet, I couldn’t Shake them off. Today, I fight with Hope, I force … Continue reading This morning
When you get dissolved into your own thoughts, hoping it won’t consume you.
Broken glass in your hand, but you squeeze it harder. You watch the blood pouring over your hand, arm, until it touches the ground. You want to feel something, but you can’t. Some like to imagine…but any thrill will do, just to make you feel something.
You wait for the first cringe of morning to get away from the darkness, but what will you do when the darkness in your heart doesn’t fade away? You are always looking for the high, for losing your senses with anything and anyone as long as you run from yourself. You wonder if there is a right way for all of this but you soon realise that good or right are just a distraction to escape the burden of life.
You look at him as he is lying on the floor, gone, he has no reaction to your blood and you start to pray…
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Been doing this for too long now. I’ve been taking it hard, and I won’t allow For this to crush me anymore. I dropped to many times on the floor And I think I’ll make it, I made it, I break it I take it, bit by bit until I hit The no more ‘quit’. … Continue reading A bit of me
The rain is ready, wants to burst,
More ferocious, full of lust...
The darkness, and the cold are heavy,
Brutal like a murder...
Photo by Jhonis Martins from Pexels It's in the way you carry yourself. It's in the way you let your guard down, that makes you someone I should pay attention to. . Being fake, with zombie like reactions, is what's popular these days and what terribly bores me. . Yes, letting your guard down, letting your mind roam … Continue reading Meaningful Collision
This morning I had the pillow covering my head to stop the sun from waking me up. But you, cutie pie, woke up first, and with your little hand searched for me in the big bed. Then you gently squeezed my hand and caressed my arm. I didn’t want to wake up, but your love … Continue reading My little treasure