To Hate And Not Hate My Father

Labyrinth of suffering...

Labyrinth of suffering…

So, I am not some very intellectual bitch, I don’t read philosophical books nor do I indulge deeply in the ideas of life and life after death. I read fiction, well because real life can be very underwhelming and it is in fiction that I find solace. The thing is that no matter how hard I try to forget a book and it’s ending; some things stick with you. The labyrinth of suffering is the part of…

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DAYS IN YOUR LIFE.

Some days it feels like I am drowning in the same sea where i always go for a swim. Some days it feels like that the pain in my chest will kill me. Some days it feels like all hope that I held on to is not even real. Some days it feels like the monster under my bed is following me every where. Some days it feels like that the darkness has consumed me completely. Some days it feels like every set of eyes on the road is focused entirely on me. Some days it feels like nothing is worth living for. Some days it feels I don’t want to wake up from my slumber ever again, and yet every morning I wake up, look in the mirror and tell myself that “you will get through this, you will survive another day, you will live.”

Some days life may be a little more complex than other days but it does not mean that you give up.

The Story...

The Story…

I knew a boy,

little scared and little weird.

he knew a girl

little sad and little scared.

they sat together, wrote together

songs of distant past.

and that’s the story of …

he loved flowers

she loved stars

he would weave her hair

while she would fight the ants.

and that’s the story of….

she would put stones in her pocket

he would put buttons on dresses

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Best Friends to Friends to

Best Friends to Friends to

I went back to our old home, the dusty roads and broken gates, dying trees and new nests and the old shop light flickering. I stood by the park swing near the dry water fountain, is it strange that I can still hear mumbles and laughs in the air. I went down the road and saw the rusty red building, once called home because of all the highs and lows lived in it. I went in through the old gate…

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Do you ever have those days when all you want to do is read angst so that you can make yourself feel things for life has been too numb for to long.

I Am Falling Again.

I Am Falling Again.

So, what do I do on my free days?

I wake up late, search for a cup of coffee,

Make myself a plate easy breakfast and then

It’s a day of selfcare.

I think of the books to read and shows to watch

I lay down on the grass and look at the sky.

I paint my nails and I curl my hair

Then bunch them and use a ribbon to tie.

Sometimes I look in the mirror and I can see

See a void…

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Haikyuu motivation

letters

the last letter

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somehow his talks about all the cravings i have had or will have...but mostly it talks about how i crave for the touch that i can never have the way i used to.

“You still crave lemonade, but the taste doesn’t satisfy you as much as it used to. You still crave summer, but sometimes you mean summer, five years ago.”

— Alida Nugent

All things ORANGE...

All things ORANGE…

Orange used to remind me of things that made my childhood fun…like the soda that coloured my tongue, the syrup on the ice but now it reminds me of the fire and pain that eats my country slowly.

The world’s burning, people are dying, animals becoming extinct, plants been uprooted like unwanted weed, and to be honest there is nothing in this world right now, that makes you feel safe. Believe me…

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