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
Right now the world is full of rules. There are rules because we are becoming destructive. And we create boundaries to control them, forgetting that before these we were once free. In fact we still are, let's put our minds to this freedom, close your eyes, imagine the world before you. Stand, shout, breath and … Continue reading The World of Rules
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
Whisper so you could not hear a word I said. But even whispers and muttering is audible and understandable by it's tone. I don't want to fret but I'd like to. Been dreaming but it's hard to dream and catch up on the whirlwind of wonders that it provides and suddenly wake up to your … Continue reading Sometimes I wanted to whisper
The desire to know the truth is greater than the desire to believe.
Can I trust the word you said. You said you are mine and I'm yours, and never again... Never to hurt me again. But here you are, action speaks louder than words. Can I trust the words you said?
Suddenly she had this notion of not knowing how to live, to live properly, in manners that normal people would live. She's different all of a sudden. She's thinking she is not doing it right. There has to be a right way. But then she is lost, she is buried in this deep darkness, she … Continue reading The Notion
I only say I am a writer, but am I? Doubt, frustration and a lot of things. I think for now I could think of it as is. I'm a writer, yes I am.