Analysis paralysis

Analysis paralysis  May 13th 2020 I keep myself from writing way more often than I should allow myself to. I promised my younger self to write a manuscript someday when I am all grown up, according to adults’ standards, and have endured a love life that would be worth writing about. But each time I … Continue reading Analysis paralysis

Oh, what a year…

My hands are impatient. They want to write out my thoughts in words and metaphors. But my mind is still hesitant. Because, why would I want to reminisce about all the hardship, all the pain that I’ve suffered from this year?  For closure, my heart whispers. I need to write it off my mind. I … Continue reading Oh, what a year…

INFPs: dreamy idealists in a world of practical realists

INFPs: dreamy idealists in a world of practical realists We are INFPs, dreamy idealists in a world of practical realists. We are walking contradictions, hopeless romantics and limitless dreamers. We’re fighting a silent war with the world, that we admire so dearly, as we’re trying to find our way through the maze of life. Body, … Continue reading INFPs: dreamy idealists in a world of practical realists

love game

she looked at herself in her broken, dirty mirror she saw her own eyes staring right back at her it scared her to see the girl she had become the broken pieces in the flawed glass of reflection showed her scattered soul her eyes filled themselves with transparant drops of tears the silent sound of … Continue reading love game

Why I Write

People ask me a lot about the reasons why I write. For me writing is a kind of detoxification. Puryfying my soul from toxic thoughts, haunting memories and a lingering stream of conscious and unconscious ideas, concepts or fantasies. I write to clear my mind, to find a safe harbour in a dazzling thunderstorm while … Continue reading Why I Write

Light and Dark

I feel like I’m more than one person, but not in a schizophrenic kind of way. I am just constantly switching between two versions of myself. One version of me is light. She loves life, she’s spontaneous and assertive, open-minded and hopeful. She believes in herself, recognizes her talents and loves the people that are a … Continue reading Light and Dark

April 30th ‘18

It feels odd, being back home again. The contrast between London and the place I grew up in is huge. Life is so safe here, so simple, so quiet. It might sound strange, but I miss the busy streets, the strangers, the feeling of being anonymous. I’m not saying that I like to feel lonely, … Continue reading April 30th ‘18