I tried to publicly hate you, to quietly forget you and to aggressively erase every rose-coloured memory you gave me. I cursed your haunting name and wrote your initials on a blank paper, then burnt it in the dancing, dying flames, as I stood under the silver light of the becoming moon. I have forced … Continue reading happy for you
Dear body, I’m so sorry it took me so long to feel all the weight you have been carrying. The load is so heavy and the blisters started to show. The bruises are screaming and my veins are burning. My skin became so flawed and my eyes so sore. I’m sorry that I was pushing … Continue reading Dear body, I’m sorry
My hands are impatient. They want to write out my thoughts in words and metaphors. But my mind is still hesitant. Because, why would I want to reminisce about all the hardship, all the pain that I’ve suffered from this year? For closure, my heart whispers. I need to write it off my mind. I … Continue reading Oh, what a year…
Here’s to the lost dreams All that is left now is memories inside a bottleAll that we dreamt of slowly turned to dustPolaroids fading, your words died away in the rubbleLights on and heart out, darling we keep on swaying Maybe I’ll pack all my things and I move there tomorrowStart a new life, take … Continue reading Here’s to the lost dreams
The face of December I guess I’m still healing, even though I thought I’d be over it by now. December forces me to face the scars I’m wearing under my skin, the tears I have been hiding away behind my eyes and commands me to break through this positivity I’ve been hiding in. I’ve spent … Continue reading The face of December
Stuck in reality I’ve been lost in the cities, ignored the way back home. I’ve been a stranger to many and I trusted impure souls. I’ve been looking and wandering and trying to figure out. My soul-path, my purpose, the reason why I’m in this world. I’ve tried to chase dreams, but this wasn’t easy. … Continue reading Stuck in reality
INFPs: dreamy idealists in a world of practical realists We are INFPs, dreamy idealists in a world of practical realists. We are walking contradictions, hopeless romantics and limitless dreamers. We’re fighting a silent war with the world, that we admire so dearly, as we’re trying to find our way through the maze of life. Body, … Continue reading INFPs: dreamy idealists in a world of practical realists
I woke up in October and I let you go Continue reading I woke up in October and I let him go
A messy mind in a busy world Whenever I get busy, the world around me seem to move in acceleration and I feel like I can’t keep up anymore. I get overwhelmed easily and I feel the stresshormones spreading through my body as soon as I wake up. My vision gets a bit blurry and … Continue reading 5 Small Things That Keep Me Grounded (In A Busy World)
this song on repeat. my dress of the day before on the carpet. my eyes red from hopelessness. my fingernails uneven. my hair undone and falling out. my wrinkled nightgown. my damaged skin and bruised bones. my dreamcatchers defect. my polaroids fading. my unmade bed. the unfinished books on my nightstand. the cups of coffee … Continue reading i write when i’m sad
Dreaming, Wandering, Exploring 