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 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
I didn’t realise how far gone I was, how I lost myself, until I found little pieces of myself back again in places I hadn’t been for a long time. I found parts in the mirror on my wardrobe, in lyrics of the songs that I once wrote, in the laughter of my family and … Continue reading L.o.s.t.m.y.s.e.l.f.
I got a new apartment, a few miles from the great city It’s been lonesome, it’s been heavy, I’m adapting real slowly And the people are so distant, they walk without a smile I hear, but I don’t listen, but they silently cry And everyone got their reasons and everybody’s trying to feel it They … Continue reading I Got A New Apartment
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
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
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