Five things

1. Your skin may never be perfect, and that’s okay. 2. Life is too short not to have the underwear, the coffee, and the haircut you want. 3. Everyone (including your family, your coworkers, and your best friend) will talk about you behind your back, and you’ll talk about them too. It doesn’t mean you … Continue reading Five things


Love and Anxiety

Someone with anxiety is inclined to assume everyone is going to leave. The truth is they battle something they can’t control and there is a sense of insecurity within themselves when it comes to relationships and simply, just life. They know it’s difficult and they don’t want to burden you with their irrational thoughts and … Continue reading Love and Anxiety

perpetual misery

Ever been so used to the bad That anything good coming your way Looks like nothing but an illusion If you accept the betterment  You feel you’d distort the reality For you believe happiness is not for you You ponder the change laboriously Questioning its significance  Until you finally derive some evil out of it … Continue reading perpetual misery


Petrichor creeps through window mesh natural spirit joining a blanket session. Caught off guard initially invited in with an open window. Some would read uncertain, here we’ve mingled; however, established trust mutual coexistence. Non-parasitic mutual benefits, no sorrow when either leave. Only temporary, Ensured insurance assurance without words. Gratitude arriving appreciation departing. Rain cleansing wounds … Continue reading Petrichor

Perfect mold

My mind yearned for something greater  than what I could see , with my own eyes and everyday I thought there was something wrong with me because I was not happy in this life, where an abundance of food grows yet children starve, where the innocent are killed by hatred and war, where unarmed men  … Continue reading Perfect mold

Sullen Faces

Sullen faces like slates of grey... What I’d seen on a walk today. Bodies rushing bodies bolting Time for life a disregarding. Money to make and to grow old What about the hands to hold? Deadlines, projects, people to meet What about our own two feet. Sullen faces like slates of grey... What I’d see … Continue reading Sullen Faces