Fear

    After all the waiting and wondering, it will finally hit you. It is fear and the barriers we created ourselves that are stopping us from where we want to be.

Solitude

    Learning to be alone and liking it,is a type of art that has the highest value of inner peace.

Loveships

  Some loveships are not meant to be understood by others. It is the kind of love where they make each other crazy and yet no matter how far they drift away..they always find their way back to each other. A.R

A little too late…

Life plays silly games with us. Throwing us someone who feels so damn right yet so wrong. And eventually without a confession, we leave walking away hand in hand with someone else and wondering…  what if they felt a little something too? Study medicine in Europe

Hope

    I tried so hard to bury the sorrows Wrapped six feet in intoxication But they always came back stronger. Until I learned to plant a seed on the ground Now I’m blooming day by day.      

Ignite

  There is something about the way your body ignites every inch of my bare skin into a whole universe.  

Change

  Do you remember yesterday We were waiting for today Now today is here but We are waiting for tomorrow. We were daydreaming Of all the possibilities of tomorrow Yet we are waiting for something to change When the change has been aching in our hands All along…  

She

She will try to create art in your heart Only to learn she is not an artist But a replica of the one you broke. She will try to sip away your tears Only to end up drowning in her own. She will try dip your darkness in colour Not knowing your rainbow has passed….

Cruel

  How cruel are humans. Something that can start off so sweet, we can end it so bitterly. A cycle of bittersweet love developed from our broken hearts. What a beautiful thought it is, if we judged each less and try to understand the hurt more.

Heavy Heart

  I feel others more than I feel me. I feel your pain and your sorrows as my own. Do you understand why my heart is so heavy?    

Tired

The rain is streaking on the window My sweater so soft and warm Yet my mind is numb I am tired, so very tired. Footprints remain in this mind of mine All the flashbacks I wanted to run and hide All to cry and drink my salty tears. Praying to god and asking him “Why…