The sun sets behind the stormy ocean, a million different shades of pink and orange dancing in the sky. There's a slight breeze, carrying the conversation into the sea. A smile on every face, at the corner of the earth where dreamers wander in search of inspiration.
3 August 2015, 22:20. My thoughts are hanging heavily at the back of my mind again tonight. No specific thoughts, actually. Just a very real heaviness encompassing my entire body. Focus on your breathing. See the darkness. Follow the motion. You're spinning. A never ending abyss. It's peaceful to a certain extent. The breathing is… Continue reading The Abyss
What can I say? Life feels good today. I think I'm falling for the splendour. Life has this way of kicking you where it hurts most, but the tiniest surprises leave you breathless. I was catapulted into a world of negativity for a while and I could not see a way out. Consumed by a… Continue reading Darkness
She is filled with darkness and silver linings. She wears her heart on her sleeve for all to see, and steal. She never fully understands, but she is well aware. She contradicts herself with every move she makes. She panics because she can't recall the last time she was truly content. There's a constant battle… Continue reading Who Is She?
24 May 2015 Imagine meeting someone who adds a plethora of stars to your night skies. Who paints pictures with the colours of your soul, whose touch decrypts the inner workings of your mind. He sees the cracks and he still looks at you as though you were the sun and the moon. He pulls… Continue reading Imagine
To those who grab the salt and tequila when life hands you lemons, Who pick up the pieces when you fall apart. To those who always answer when you call, Who are willing to drop everything when you need them. The people that make you laugh uncontrollably. The people who challenge you. The people that… Continue reading This one’s for you
This isn't anything special. These are just Sunday morning thoughts, after a night of debauchery. Time stamp: 4 January 2015, 07:29. Probably still feeling the previous night. "I love living on my own. The carelessness, the recklessness. The inexplicable selfishness. Taking what I want without giving a damn. Doing stupid shit that I might regret.… Continue reading The Beautiful Disaster