now i know. i needed this loneliness, i needed this pain and all the heartbreaks. i was meant to suffer in the dark, all by myself, isolated and detached. the anxiety, the panic, the depression, the sadness, the emptiness was all needed for me to grow. it forced me to fight, to find the light, … Continue reading light.
maybe i will always wander, perhaps i will never find a physical place to call home. maybe i won’t settle for anything or anyone in his world. and perhaps this is, all because i know. this life has so much to offer and i don’t want to miss a single part of it. i don’t … Continue reading a little bit of magic.
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
I have this odd feeling, I feel like I am always waiting for something. Something, or someone, some feeling or some event. A time, a place, a person or maybe just some fantasy. I am forever waiting for some thing I don’t know anything about. And I wish I knew what I was waiting for, … Continue reading Waiting
I’m sending you love, but I don’t know who you are. All I know is that we’re under the same sun, the same moon and the same stars. I don’t have to know you and there’s no need for you to know me. It’s because I am you, and you are me. We’re more alike … Continue reading I Am You & You Are Me
You know what saddens me the most? People who don’t believe. By this I don’t refer to having a religion as Christianity or Islam, or any other beliefs. By believing I refer to having faith and believing in fate. Trusting your own intuition and trusting the universe. Knowing that in the end, everything happened for … Continue reading Believe
I’m familair with melancholy, being sentimental is my second nature. Darkness is a friend of mine, I only wish he didn’t visit me that much. A lot of my sadness, I learned, comes from attachment. Not that much attachment to a person or a physical thing, but attachment to time, to moments. I want to … Continue reading Attachment (and a short introduction to Buddhism)