A secret hiding place for my thoughts

My soul feels old and heavy

All those versions of me I won't be able to be, weight terribly on my soul. Billions of words from thousands of stories I won't live, add up heavily burdening my tiny restless soul. This is how I feel today, tomorrow and yesterday.


I am enough

For many many years, I believed I wasn't good enough for him. At first I believed that my way of being, shy and bossy at times, wasn't attractive enough. Then, I believed my laughter was too loud, that I laughed... Continue Reading →

I have finally moved on

It is odd how much our tastes can change. One day you like this, years later you like something much better. I used to fancy him so much. Now I don't. I used to be attracted to his features, to... Continue Reading →

The life we didn’t imagined

Maybe it will be ok in the end.

My life is a cliché

The life I currently live is not at all the sort of life I imagined or expected when I was a bit younger. 

Art is breathing

Writing should come naturally. Just like all forms of arts and everything related to it. After all, art is breathing.

Why are you so eager to die? Part II

His eyes were fixed on mine. Searching for something I am not sure I can name. Maybe..I am not sure, but the look on his face was almost the same as he had looking at the sea and the sky. Maybe, only maybe, he was searching for that thread of hope that I needed.

Why are you so eager to die? Part I

" Why are you so eager to die?" " Because it is the only way I can get home."   His question just hit me. I didn't think anyone noticed that I am at war, with myself. His question was... Continue Reading →

Writing prompt 1

"She was the only one who loved him for who he was."   He wasn't the nicest person; He wasn't the best looking, but almost; He wasn't the best student; He wasn't meant for her; But she loved him. It... Continue Reading →

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