A Poem About (His) Love I met a man, gentle as a summer breeze and sweet as honey. His hands are big enough to carry my heavy-heart and bring it to a place of calmness and serenity. His blond hair is soft, as my fingers run through it, and his eyes express compassion and love … Continue reading A Poem About (His) Love
it both chokes me and frees me, haunts me and inspires me, breaks me and heals me, leaves a bittersweet aftertaste in the corners of my mouth. the night holds my heart in the way you used to hold this damaged organ. i remember how you held my hand, unwillingly to let go, while strolling … Continue reading melancholia.
living with a rapid cycling bipolar disorder is… … waking up in the morning and feeling on top of the world, then a minuscule event happens, like a bad feedback on your work or a message you sent that is being ignored, and your world falls apart – all the happy feelings disappear and a … Continue reading What living with a (rapid cycling) bipolar disorder feels like…
Our love story: So brutally broken, so beautifully written We burned so bright, but our light dimmed so swiftlyLike a candle in the wind, we faded, like a raindrop in the ocean, we dissolved, in the crowd again, after a short amount of time We walk among the people in the busy streets, for now … Continue reading Our Love Story
And again, I had proof. That everything that looks like it is, is too good to be true. Why can’t I never learn the lesson, why are my rose coloured glasses glued to my face? Why do I keep having faith in things that were never meant to be part of my fate? I don’t … Continue reading I Hope She Makes You Happy, Like You Did To Me
I’m full of melancholy, my soul is filled with sadness, but also with wonder, faith and hunger. I’m defined by my dreams, guided by my soul, but I’m being haunted by the world at times. Sometimes depression takes the best of me, while bringing out the worst in me. Whenever this happens, I find it … Continue reading 10 Things That Help Me When Depression Keeps Me Hostage
I don’t want to waste any more words on love gone to waste I don’t want to memorize any moments that hurt my memory I don’t want to feel any feelings that were based on illusions and lies I don’t want to think about thoughts ain’t worth thinking of I don’t want to be anxious … Continue reading Friendly Non-Attachment