I must rest here, try to think long again, lay here, be vulnerable but be accepting, try to understand further how brokenness can benefit this ailing soul and heart not wanting to get crushed into dust.
You know sometimes when you were talking to somebody or to some people and you feel so lost. You don't even know where the story is going or if you can relate or vice versa. It's so tricky, not it's actually hard. It's been hard to find people you can converse with. Especially conversations that … Continue reading That Kind of Level
I am human and I feel like writing. The thoughts, emotions and things deep inside, but I still can't resist to hide it somehow. In the abyss of my soul, there are secrets, beneath are more deeper ones I want to keep just there, because if they escape I might not know what would happen … Continue reading I am human
Trust me my lyrics will never amuse you. You won't like it, but I will love it. They will be words you don't wish to read or hear. But these are my feelings. My lyrics, trust me won't make you happy. But they are things bursting out of my heart. It may or may not … Continue reading My Lyrics
For when time comes that death has arrived I do not wish to be remembered but I wish to remember instead, how life was wonderful here on Earth, how I have lived and left gracefully. I wish to remember the flowers, butterflies, dogs, all animals alike. I wish to remember good memories with friends, family … Continue reading I wish to remember
A lot of times we crave for attention, so we do things to be able to get them, like write or do some crazy stuff. Social media made it easier these days, but how many people are really paying attention? Do they really pay attention, just accidentally clicks on it and skips it or can … Continue reading What it means to have zero views
I wanted to write some poems. Poems with no restrictions. In this world we create so many rules that limits some things to be said or expressed. But there is such thing as flexibility, openness, freedom, liberty, expression. Poems with no limit is the answer, or should I just simply say, "I wanted to write."
She's in there, thinking, listening to the sounds. Music both old and new. She's carried over by the tides and every beating. Fusion of the Old and the New it made her so happy. Music indeed makes the soul...