See, death isn’t what you choose. Most of the time, you don't really want to die. You just want things to change. You just want to rest.
how did you find her? they’d always ask me.
to be loved, is everyone's desire. to be appreciated, is the yearning in every beat of their hearts. why do we need other people to satiate our thirst for life, telling our hearts it is the taste of authentic living? to feel alive, is something you can accomplish alone, by soaking the days and breathing… Continue reading to be loved…
the many facets of one hello: hopeful, with a smile brighter than the sunrise itself, waiting to be answered with one as breathtaking as the sunset. grieving, already dreading the end. for a hello constitutes to the existence of a goodbye. flawed, for is it right to say hello to you still? with the familiarity… Continue reading the many facets of one hello
this is a letter for all the times you made me feel those stupid butterflies and that wretched hope for more of you. this is a letter not of contempt but of regret. i regret to ever cross paths with you, Love. to ever feel the lightness in my stride and the silent, gentle stroking… Continue reading A Letter to Love
Sometimes, love is scarce. Sometimes, love could only be seen if you look closely, look for it in the corners. Tonight, though, love is pouring. Love isn’t just brimming over the edges, it’s overflowing and as it falls you will see it tainted with anxiety, distorting its purity. It’s like this these days though. I… Continue reading POURING
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The moment she knew, the world changed right before her eyes. The universe felt foreign, she was lost like a child in a world she didn't know. She didn't know anything else but the fact that she didn't have the same place in your heart. For a moment, she didn't know who she was, where… Continue reading The Moment She Knew