A secret hiding place for my thoughts


February 2017

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 →

SHE IS ME by Amanda Bible Williams

The Truth does not magically erase her suffering or cure her disappointment. It does not negate her struggle or invalidate her sorrow. It does something even better—it leads her into relationship with the One who made her and makes her new, the One who is greater than all of these. 

Piece of a thought II

My whole body is full of joy and grace and how very thankful I am there are no words to explain.

I should be happy and only happy

I don't want to draw over an already made picture. I want to start a new piece of art, on a new page, with new colours and new pencils and new everything.

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