The intangible reason…

It saddens me that we lost hope of the things we should never feel hopeless of, Is it normal to be this faithful in Life but to feel so lost inside. Why is it that I always write about what’s wrong… Oh the memories of these days will soon to be all gone. I hope…

Once I became 17…

Oh how I envy the flying birds,They lay at night, and spread their wings eagerly by morning. I sit here with my English Breakfast tea, And wonder about this heavenly world that I see. Where no one wants to flee. I smile as the wind goes through my hair and I suddenly feel like I…

A brief history of being okay…

I wake up, not wanting to get up.I look to my window where my favorite quote is written… ” The most wasted days are those without laughter” I smile back at it, but I’m too weak to hold that smile. We all know that we’re made for good, believe me i always make people feel…

The shattering heart box…

Failure, A word no one wants to hear. I stay strong and smile all day like there’s nothing wrong. What is the problem? Me? Fate? I’m always on the edge of crying, It feels like I’m dying. The day darkens, and you start to wonder… Did I do something wrong? Was it me? Or is…

The dreadful inner voice

I lay here, with a whole lot of fear.It’s past midnight, yet I feel so awake. I’m staring at the neon butterflies on my wall, Unable to dream, believe me growing up is no heck of a gleam. We are asked to know who we are before we graduate, yet I’m always changing. How do…

Wondrous myths.

It’s been so long since I’ve wrote,Now I just can’t remember my favorite quote. “Live like it’s your last day” they say,  Oh what a play… People tell you that life is a bliss and a wondrous gift, but no one ever tells you the truth. They don’t tell you that you’re gonna get beat…

Judgy fools…

The early hours of hot coffee and almond croissants.Make you wanna wake up every morning with a smirk. The long lasting breaths we take, sitting with a book by a lake. Looking up and smiling at the heavenly smell of fresh air, oh how much we care. Following the circling maneuvers of the numerous birds,…

You’re only human.

The day gets darker as the demons claw you into the depth of their hatred. Be your own arrow of hope that clears a hole in the dark to arise the missing hope that is lost. Never shatter or ignite for anyone. Haters have heartless souls and devour your kindness because they know they can’t be…

The edge of doom.

In the olden days, one didn’t care about the online exams and syllabuses.One cared about what they are eating, how are they going to spend their day, week or even their year. The gentle olden specks of purity. The persistence of belief in hope and god. The echo of birds that are calling out to…

I’m not afraid…

Everything seems odd nowadays, just wishing the hellish days end… Feeling Weak and vulnerable, is this all we should feel?  Why can’t we run away and have no consequences, or is that so huge to ask?  Why can’t we throw a message in a flask? Why can’t we care about any task? Fear is the…

Winter breeze❄️

Cold weather here in there, makes you want to curl up in a chair. Singing Christmas songs all the time, and then having family dines. jingle bells all over the place, and the magical looking lace. Mistletoe up the roof, Dangling with the Butte with beautiful flowers, and then ending the day with steaming hot…

Countless Foreigners

In the depth of your despair,You ought to think of who created you. You don’t and actually can’t decide wether you live or die. Shut your eyes, focus on your breath, and just realize you are not alone. You think of all the countless desperate people whom want to die but can’t hurt themselves as…