cracks

there are days when i can hear the cracks in my heart, they’re then filled by the tears in my eyes, what it feels like to lose a person you’ve known and loved every day of your life? i did try to prepare myself you know, but a war against death and grief can be

Bring It On Home To Me

You know, there are some years of your life that just pass by, you don’t know who you are anymore, you are someone, but that isn’t you. You live in the same body, you breathe from the same lungs, you look from the same eyes but you’re not you, get-it? Let’s call them the Oblivious

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Being Super Honest

Okay, I am not going to edit this post or re- read it again and again. This is the first draft and i am posting it as it is. I want to a house of my own, antique, huge windows, modern, minimalistic, dramatic and mine. I want a person. Who’d dance with me to Sinatra,

Do you feel the feeling too?

Ever since i was a kid, I’ve wanted my life to be like a movie. Maybe I’ve even conspired in ways to make it seem like a movie. Why do i love movies you ask? I don’t know. I’ve been naturally drawn to them ever since I remember being alive. What is so special about