London, my beloved

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

still you.

isn’t it pathetic how i still dream about you every now and then? picture your face and implant it in my brain. isn’t it sad how i still, until this very day, keep replaying moments, how i’m recollecting memories, which only make me cry? isn’t it ridiculous how my eyes still light up when i … Continue reading still you.

Naivety

I’ve been through much heartbreak, but still I love as deep as the Pacific waters I’ve been let down by more people than I can count, but still those people can always count on me I’ve been told so many lies, but I still believe there’s a truth in them They showed me all their ugly … Continue reading Naivety

These Days

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

Observing

And in that moment I remembered, I did recall what brought me here in the first place It was the feeling of truly being alive, it was the feeling that hit me when I was staring at the million rainbow coloured city lights It was the amount of people, all so different and unique, creating … Continue reading Observing

Patience

Little stars, great universe, please send me the courage to be brave I promise I’m going to make it worthwhile, I promise to keep faith I can’t do it by myself right now, I feel my confidence is running away I need a little hand, not asking for much, I just want to be ready … Continue reading Patience

Tired

I am tired of me. Tired of my face, my smile and my way of thinking. I am tired of all my emotions and the way I am feeling. I avoid my mirror, listening to my own voice, the sound of my footsteps, every sound, every noise, coming from my own body. I loved myself … Continue reading Tired