I walked in straight lines. My feet carefully marking the street pavements. I then walked in diagonals Carefully marking the blocks with my sole. I walked with my face down Painfully acknowledging the pain and shame within. I walked with these demons, And they feasted on my failure. It was at this point that IContinue reading “On my way back home…”
Heads turn in disgust, while eyes mock my presence. And hearts, they build these walls. Walls I shall climb for eternity, never getting in. The plague that I am, Hurts me, but above all those I care about the most Even before we meet. The plague that I am, The curse that I bear WillContinue reading “THE PLAGUE”
“I am so demanding and difficult for my friends because I want to fall apart and crumble before them so that they will love me even though I am no fun, lying in bed, crying all the time, not moving. Depression is all about ‘If you loved me you would.’ “ Elizabeth Wurtzel- Prozac NationContinue reading “In memory of Elizabeth Wurtzel”
My dark brown eyes May not reflect yours My dark chocolate skin, May seem rough on the outside. And my face may not be appealing But my intentions remains pure. You just gotta see, Gotta see through me. SOLOMON Writers remark; So I am getting this feeling that it was a very bad idea toContinue reading “SEE THROUGH ME”
May you always remember that I wasn’t always like this.
That I was capable of feeling just like you, capable of honesty and empathy
Before all the pain came along, drowning me in this fog.
To my one honest reader; The person to whom this is dedicated to pretty much already knows themselves. 2019 has not been my best year but I wont pretend that I am shocked. (At one point we get used to bad things) I may be sad inside but I am not shocked. I wanted toContinue reading “Anja and the witch boy”
So give me that chance. Look past the rumours! Past my awkwardness! Past my PAST!
Look deep into me and give that person a chance! Thats all I ask.
But untill then, you can find me staring into the darkness; Empty at 3 am
So maybe getting numb does exist after all. But it’s the definition of it that stands out for me. I think the little scared boy hiding somewhere deep inside is what we call being numb. Does he ever come out? I honestly don’t know! Does he want to come out? Hell yeah!!! Why then doesn’t he simply come out?
Earlier this year, Mike Posner, a popular American artist made a life changing decision in his life. Let me start with a question. What is to live? How would you define the verb ‘to live’ in your own words? Is it simply ‘to be alive’? ‘to breathe’? Or is there more to living that justContinue reading “What Mike Posner´s Great American Trek teaches us about living”
So have a goodnight Princess
And be sure that when you wake,
I’ll be right here with the rising sun and morning star
To wish you the most perfect of mornings.
And congratulate you for simply being you.