. I was just having a conversation with myself. And yes, I realize that is a weird thing to do, but hey, I have never denied my insanity. So basically, I was cross with myself for not writing as much. My excuse is I have been preoccupied with you know, life. But like I said it is just an excuse. My main reason (and I … Continue reading So my blank soul won’t let me write.
So sometime back, my sister asked me if I have ever been heart-broken. I said no. this is for two reasons. First, I do not like admitting, even to myself, that I have been heartbroken. Some part of me desperately wants to believe that I am not that emotionally pathetic.(I mean, hearts don’t really break. Come on people.) But the main reason why I denied … Continue reading Shadow of my footprints
i keep telling people i am good with pain. i am the kind of person who will rate my pain at eight on a scale of one to ten and still refuse to take painkillers. on most days, its because i hate medicine. but on other days its because there is something about pain that fascinates me. morbid i know.pain is rather grounding; physical or … Continue reading The allure of pain
they say the only way to get over someone is to get under someone else. that the only way to get over something is to get busy. distract yourself. well, this is my distraction. my escape. my attempt to flee reality. my source of happiness, temporary as it may be. this is me clutching onto the last straws of what was my determination a feeling … Continue reading on escapes and safehouses
there are those days i am unable to sleep, like almost all nights. i am beginning to learn that it is impossible to sleep when your brain wanders as far as mine does. so those nights i just lay in bed, and go wherever my mind takes me. and i think, think and think some more until my head hurts and my eyes gets so … Continue reading nights like these…
I have heard people say “the mirror has a thousand faces.” growing up, i did not understand the meaning, let alone the truth in this statement. see, early on in life, i had been convinced that whoever i saw when i looked in a mirror was my exact replica. but as i got older, there are days when i barely recognized who i saw when … Continue reading Of Reflections and Taste.
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