Still here, still here.

I haven't been great expressing what I think these days. To be honest, it might be one of the reasons why I have been feeling average. I just keep realizing that I have to hold on to the few that I can connect with. It's not that I haven't been trying to - it's just that there's only a few that are made just right for me ( Read more... )

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From paper journal ( Read more... )

Light sputters. Your eyes became unreflective and there is no other way to tell anymore. The heavy drops of tears my shirt is drowning in can no longer compare to the spits of rain playing outside. “Why are you doing this to me?” “What am I doing to you?”. I shake my head. I shake my head.

Your FuneralI snapped out of my dream ( Read more... )

I let myself sit on Earth, embracing the dirt from the ground and the dried leaves that fell from above. I let myself relax, resting my back against the old trunk, facing the tempermental sky that is glowing today. This is a different place, a different time: pen and paper in hand and observing the daily life. No glamour, no thrill, but the old and ( Read more... )

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There is no more new becoming ( Read more... )

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