Silence.

This angelic creature was tortured by demonic thoughts. He could not escape, as he laid there in his unmade bed, in complete silence. There was an empty bottle of rum besides his matress and a few unopened letters. The air in the room was dirty and I could smell a scent of unwashed laundry. There … Continue reading Silence.

Never Fade

I don’t think pain fades. I know memories fade, but can also be brought back easily by a reminder through the senses. But once love fades, was it even love in the first place? I don’t know, maybe? I knew that it was love, because no matter how hurt I was, I never stopped loving. … Continue reading Never Fade

Humanness

I’m really sorry for being so open, so honest and true I noticed people find it odd, when you’re so ‘you’They rather cage you and keep their hand against your lips So you can’t talk about the burden, the bleeding of your chest I don’t have secrets and I don’t wish to have some I’m … Continue reading Humanness

These Days

Freedom is amazing, liberating and all I want But freedom is limiting, in a sense, causes me a heavy heart Although, ‘limiting’ might not be the right word Perhaps, freedom is just ‘scary’, in a way I’m full of responsibility and surrounded by so many possibilities I can’t blame no one else, I can’t blame … Continue reading These Days

Anxiety

It’s been a long time since we last spoke I was doing wonderful, I could escape almost all of my demons and ghosts For a while at least, because now we meet again It’s been months, after painful years that killed me All those knives and swords that did wound me Oh God, can’t you … Continue reading Anxiety

Confusion

Confusion in my mind, confusion in my heart, confusion in my body, confusion in every part. I change with the tides, my emotions fall and rise, they tangle and clutter, they intertwine and wander. There’s this voice in my head, this song in my heart, guiding me, telling me I should go that far. Don’t … Continue reading Confusion

Me & My Art

I wish people stopped comparing artworks. Art is not, in any way, made to be compared. There is no competition, there is no good or bad (to some extent of course). But comparing art would be like comparing feelings. ‘Oh, I feel sadder than you’ or ‘I bet you can’t carry more guilt than I … Continue reading Me & My Art