I fret, i worry and wonder about so much in my life.It's 10:23pm and i'm now worried about how much i worry. Shake you down by Gregory Abbott is playing and i'm not sure i'm actively listening. The volume is at 14 which is really low it now sounds like background music.Writing this makes me … Continue reading Worrywarts Inc.
“You are hurrying to the sweet place, To the nonsense chasing your spirit And in the nonsense you look for answers " ― Dejan Stojanovic, Circling: 1978-1987 , I miss your footprints next to mine, On the beach after a wine and dine And every time I look back, The absence of your footprints, Reminds … Continue reading A chasing after the wind
Dark and sunken, Deep in the lonely abyss, Sad and alone she lays her burden, Maybe ignorance is really bliss... "Hello darkness my old friend," She whispers into empty oblivion, "We've hit a dead end." The wind, free and unbridled, howls in agreement. She looks about, each memory clear as if it just happened, Her … Continue reading Empty.
1.Your career/job/profession. Those words are often used interchangeably to refer to a calling, a vocation and most of all in this time an everyday means of livelihood for most people. We grow up and finish school just to get a job,to work, to earn money. Doesn't this beat the whole meaning of getting an education? … Continue reading NEW BEGINNINGS.
You are my person, you will always be my person." -- Grey's Anatomy Him. Yeah, I'm right and so are your thoughts.You cant deny that a smile is crawling up your cheeks and exposing your perfect set.You are happy and you want to keep it to yourself.You know like your own little secret.This is your happy … Continue reading My Person.
The Truth, Something that is termed subjective these days. Simply said when it is seemed right to do so and even hidden away when it doesn't sound nice when said out loud. Truth is apparently relative and it depends and it can change from time to time unlike before when it was gospel.We behave and … Continue reading T-R-U-T-H
It was nostalgic and melancholy, a beautiful sadness for the things she had missed and the things she would never know ~Americanah, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. Hearts beat fast, Colors And Pro-mi-ses How to be brave, How can I love when I'm afraid to fall Watching you stand by me All of my tears Suddenly Go … Continue reading NOSTALGIA.