i am the riddle you locked behind your tongue, and the ache you refused to wear. and those screams are frail to hear, like echoes that forget their own name. a saint could defend you, but your ruin was rather rehearsed. what a beautiful killer, moody. i beg to differ, madam; the religion is due. - » Continue Reading
she said that she will show me the way, under the undeniably beautiful bathroom mat where a scissor was sitting: looking at me with pleading eyes. “if you take it, the real world will unravel” she barked. “but im a coward.. im a coward” i backed off. i was scared. im scared im a coward “don’t run away, the sweet petition is due” she said, cradling her beautiful night gown. the silk so soft it c... » Continue Reading
i woke up, the birds whispering the deepest secrets i wish i could just erase that bit. now tell me, is coffee better than tea? emotionally wise? and i a » Continue Reading
it’s called disassociating cause you associate with the unreal. you don’t drift away because you’re lost but rather anchoring yourself to the unknown deeply searched truth. it’s a personal deep dive to the so called reality, not fantasy. think of it as a snake: shedding not for fun but survival. instinct. naturalistic. you itch your skin off to escape the burden that you rather not to face. they s... » Continue Reading
it’s rather confusing how the world would do anything for you to believe that hopes are endless dreams. it died a while ago. it’s an awkward situation where silence is your biggest enemy on the battlefield, beautiful flower. i’d pour my tears for you to grow and run. run. run. but i can’t, it’s mind detaching. frail body and bitter soul. i am dee » Continue Reading
just watch how ill flex my motion on you and say “i told you mum, you just had to wait a little longer and believe me more than that” » Continue Reading
Drugs. Stop romanticising drugs and its fucking lifestyle as a junkie. okay i do get you we got moments of people being like “man this slaps” and i can’t refrain from that cause we’ve all been there and you guys can agree with me (not as a user but smoker, it can be applied to users too. i am not turning you down). BUT.. when someone romanticises the daily abuse of blow or whatever drug you want t... » Continue Reading
It all started with a message. A giggle, a joke that continued with a close wreckage. We cried, we laughed, we died and reincarnated with a word that not even the closest God could describe for me I have never felt so complete, fueled by the fire of love spree And i couldn’t even wait for that day to come, i had to let it all out before it expires and destroys me as a human being Cold romantic l... » Continue Reading