I write because I realize that it is a good exersice in maintaining mental health. It’s like a therapy. Writing will slow us down after so many rushes we usually did, take us out of the restlessness loop, and set us aside from the terrifying life traffic. If the world is a rushing river, then taking time to write, be it in a journal or only a few thoughts, or else conjure some words to be a poetry will be a brief respite on the river’s shaded banks.Continue reading →
There is a rage simmering inside her but she will nurture it and let it grow. All of a sudden, she is in your mind. You might not see her coming. So you’ll be unready, finally unsteady. You’ll start questioning everything you have ever believed about love and so as life. Continue reading “Dangerous Woman”→
We finally found each other. When I first met you, I knew there was a feeling of inevitability between us. Feels like the universe conspired to map out our rendezvous point. It’s like our soul has been pulled in the same direction that leads us to this fate. After vanquishing a faraway distance, after hurtling through space and time, we could finally hold each other hands and hold each other hearts as well. What a magical rendezvous, isn’t it?
Knowing that I have the option of being my own worst enemy or my own best friend but still struggling with the issue is literally exhausting. It really is. I am the only one who can control myself, my thoughts, my constraints, my decisions, and everything within me but somehow I still let others take control. Continue reading “Me, Myself and I”→
I want you to love me when you’ve come to realize air, never enough to make you breath water, never enough to quench your thirst sun, never enough to light your day moon, never enough to illuminate your night only love, never enough to keep you alive
I took a long drive to a foreign big city but turned out it’s empty. Not even a faintest hint of the usual hustle and bustle. I wake, abruptly. It was all a dream, a false awakening interpreted by my unconsciousness mind as a metaphor. Well, I suppose the empty streets mean void inside of me. Continue reading “Uncertain dreams”→
When we’re worried, feels like there’s such an automatic switch button turning on our mind to try anticipating whatever unwanted things may come for us down the line. Continue reading “Fear of Probability”→