Stuck in reality I’ve been lost in the cities, ignored the way back home. I’ve been a stranger to many and I trusted impure souls. I’ve been looking and wandering and trying to figure out. My soul-path, my purpose, the reason why I’m in this world. I’ve tried to chase dreams, but this wasn’t easy. … Continue reading Stuck in reality
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
I woke up in October and I let you go Continue reading I woke up in October and I let him go
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
this song on repeat. my dress of the day before on the carpet. my eyes red from hopelessness. my fingernails uneven. my hair undone and falling out. my wrinkled nightgown. my damaged skin and bruised bones. my dreamcatchers defect. my polaroids fading. my unmade bed. the unfinished books on my nightstand. the cups of coffee … Continue reading i write when i’m sad
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.
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.
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.
The city is lonely when you wake up on an empty day The city is lonely when you don’t get heartbroken once, but twice The city is lonely when you lose friends you just made The city is lonely when the weather is grey and there’s depression in the sky The city is lonely when … Continue reading The City Is Lonely
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