It's two in the morning I cannot sleep My mind is wild My heart is raging It's eight in the morning I wake disappointed It is really real It isn't a dream It's four in the afternoon I am full of questions My mind is racing My heart is desperate It's ten in the evening... Continue Reading →
It's funny how falling ill becomes the pursuit of labels. Labels, boxes, the very things that we seek to shun in most circles become all that define us. We become defined by what we cannot do. Sometimes it's so easy to get bogged down in what we can no longer do that we lose all... Continue Reading →
There's so many types of exhaustion. No one tells you that you can experience more than one at a time either. I am exhausted. That is the conclusion that I have come to every day for more than three years. See, I did it again. I say that it's been three years since I relapsed,... Continue Reading →
To all the teachers who thought that they were gods, thank for teaching me realism, even if that wasn't your intention To all the teachers who only worked with their fauns, thank you for teaching me that flattery and adoration isn't the only way to get somewhere after all To all the teachers who thought... Continue Reading →
To all the friends who took something and left, I'm glad that I could give you something for your journey.
I am sad because I long for those fleeting good times and I wish that I might get them back, so that I could make them better, stronger, happier - anything just to show how much I cherish them. I wish I could bottle them up and just live that life. But the most precious... Continue Reading →
A great chasm hewn in the ground Hard and deliberate, rectangular and right-angled, unnatural Step to the edge, risk an unwelcome dive Awkward landing, gut-wrenching pain Deep and abyss-like, an eerie carcass The wide curving steps were once an invitation, a touch of luxury Now they're at odds to everything, chipped on the edges Like... Continue Reading →
I am angry because of the things I don't have nor ever had I am angry because the things that I did have, I never really had I am angry because I have been lied to or deceived I am angry because so many things were spoilt, even ruined I am angry because I am... Continue Reading →