How intricate creation we are, forlorn both physically and mentally.Read More Rumination.
Why we always wish to turn everything back to where we started? While we are already aware of making the same mistakes again and again.Read More Random.
Most of them often wonder the sadness of emptiness, the sadness of loneliness and the sadness of being lost. The sadness that spreads all over, the sadness that keeps flowing like blood and penetrates into the veins. The sadness that covers everything out even in the illuminating days and the sadness that howls under the […]Read More The sadness they don’t know, the sadness they can’t see.
And we have the power to save ourselves from the bad in this brutal world, and its only us who hurt ourselves badly.Read More Indeed we hurt ourselves badly.
Part of me wants this breeze to run through deep down my soul and a part of me wants to hide behind the walls. Part of me rolling under the lust of wandering and for a part of me running back to home is all it wants. A part of me wants to dive to […]Read More A Part of me.
And a night is no more beautiful than dwelled with a mad river surrounded by creaking, swaying trees, extorting, plundering insanity and a rainy lullaby.Read More Beauty of Night.
I’m cold and sour sometimes; sometimes ostensibly fleecy like snow. Drowning sometimes under the veneer of memories while sometimes swaying over the ocean all alone. Sometimes I run away to defy these hollow conventions and then being pulled back again with my laborious soul. I am starving severely for love at moments and sometimes crave […]Read More Neither good nor bad, I am lost somewhere in between.