“I wish I had somewhere to go home to.”
I envy people who have somewhere to go home to. I’m not talking about the feeling of being homeless or being lost. I’m talking about literally going home somewhere.
Like a province or a state or whatever, just not where I am......Read More
So okay, here's what I think why I got blocked.
I read too much posts.
Its not a bad thing. But I read too much posts. And somehow, other posts speaks what I want to speak. And most of the time. Its better than what I have to say. So I stop. And these days. Maybe somewhere inside myself I......Read More
(INSPIRED BY STEPH--INFLUX POST)
I'm blocked. I miss writing. I miss writing poems and stuff. I miss being creative and all artsy. I miss it. So I'll stick to what's with me. The feeling of being logical and opinionated. Okay, erase the logical part. I am not logical. I am opinionated.......Read More
In this dark little corner, I need no shedding of light.
This is a place where I tend to weep and cry, and get eaten up by the cruelty of time.
I hide in this corner from my darkest fear, the fear that seem to creep up on me,
when the people who care for me disappear. It is......Read More
Too strong are my walls no one can ever break it.
Too fragile is my heart therefore I can never give it.
Too knowing is my mind no one can ever manipulate it.
Too broken is my soul no one must ever try to fix it .
Too short is the day to come looking for sunshine.
Too......Read More