Feelings were like a burden and I had to let them go. It was like a lead weight tied around my neck while I was drowning in an ocean of responsibilities and expectations.
Fine, maybe it has its place in one’s life, maybe, but I don’t think I care very much about that, not the way I’m expected to. And that’s where the problem is at. It’s most likely the root cause of every other thing that’s gone wrong in my life.
Time tells its tale in sweet harmony. The catchy pulls on the strings of memories and nostalgia intertwined in a perfect melody that comes out as a long lost Bach symphony, or an opus composed by a heavenly orchestra. Continue reading “We Were Here”
You’ve heard it a million times, but it doesn’t kick in until you experience it.
I mean, you could recite it if it were a poem. You could preach it like it’s the gospel–that you have to love what you do to get optimum satisfaction and outcome.
But then, after preaching, you go back to doing your shitty job everyday and hating every moment of it, wishing for a big break when you could do what you actually love and do it passionately, on your own terms. Continue reading “Give A Little Fuck”
Dearest,
The day I met you would forever remain the worst day of my life.
If I could go back in time and look the other way, at my neighbour’s kids running around with paper ‘fans’, I would, without hesitation and relish the sight of childish innocence. Continue reading “Yours heartbroken”
So I was musing a while back and found that….
In the light of love, a sane man could be but a fool and fools they say, rush in
where angels fear to trod. Its a hard thing falling in love. In facts, its a
weakness. But sometimes one needs to be weak in another’s arms 😉 And though it
seems like it steals our sanity and makes us momentarily irrational, it actually is
one of the most important things in life that keeps us together and saves our humanity.
However, some people consider certain things to be more important than falling in
love. Why? Because it’s a distraction and while vulnerability may be helpful,
distraction could be as deadly. Dreams , ambitions, ideas…could be murdered
because of distraction, the same way love could grant clarity, inspiration and
serve as a muse to another…
…In reality, we are all fucked.
Wayward thoughts and system failure
total nightmare and perfect recall
memories once banished, now resurfaces
ideas killed in embryo suddenly spring back to life…
Lies told in secret are now brought to the light of truth
All his life, he had been favored, he came to believe in the supernatural as there was no other way to explain his good fortune. As a kid, he always got the best even in odd circumstances. Some would say the heavens had smiled on him, others would say it is mere coincidence while the rest believed it was the hand of fate, after all, que sera sera, so no matter what, it is planned already… but all along, he always knew there was more to his story, even if he couldn’t quite place his hand on it. Continue reading “The Story of a Life of Lie.”
