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…
Maybe I’ll pack all my things and I move there tomorrowStart a new life, take the train and change my nameI did it before and I would do it once againThey called me out, but they didn’t understand So, here’s to the lost dreamsHere’s to the wandering heartsHere’s to the meant to be’s, that didn’t … Continue reading Here's to the lost dreams
The melody of the city Oh London, I was dreaming about you again. I woke up disoriented, homesick for your foreign magic, your crowded streets and your Victorian architecture. Yearning for your bittersweet taste & the sweet, cool smell of your early mornings. I’m craving for your sights to touch my eyes again. I want … Continue reading London, my beloved
I opened up in the midst of the hurricane, hoping that you could help me stitching up the wounds, that were souvenirs from the battles I fought against my own flesh, blood, bones and nerves. I thought maybe this time I was right to believe the weather forecast, even though I’ve always been a sceptic. … Continue reading 'you're naive' – 'i know'
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.
There is no magical land I used to romanticize this place in my head, for years. Ever since I was 12 years old I was dying to move to this amazing pastel-colored city that never sleeps. But although the skylines are brighter, the people are more authentic, the food tastes nicer and the culture is … Continue reading Things I’ve Learned While Living Abroad
I lost the keys to my heart So I’ve been sleeping with doors wide open Wind’s blowing through the window I’m hoping You come in with the rain Cause I’ve been wasting my nights sleeping alone Or sharing my bed with this guy I don’t know And his cigarette smoke takes the pain for a … Continue reading Cigarette Smoke