Like most of my life, there is often chaos.

It is most beautiful, untamed.

It's clashing brings a storm of hectic display

It is the most magnificent clash I’ll ever see

Of ideas, blood and tradition, they are all warranted

People standing in the hot weathered sun.

Sweat from their faces with their tethered solutions

For a better life

How can I ( Read more... )

The simultaneous want to be visible and disappear at the same time.

The process of being half here and half not is no miraculous or magical design but more rather the feeling to be both present and absent at a single occurrence. It happens to most people who are jaded or have been jaded for a relative period at some point of time in their life. For ( Read more... )

Some days you feel like you can run with the wind
Muscle, bones and blood all coordinating in absolute harmony
A symphony of veins align as the red liquid pumps its natural state
Around the world, you grew up in and were taught to hate

Some days you feel like just drowning in the sea.
Drifting endlessly in the salty waters waiting to be submerged into ( Read more... )

I want to play in the playground because it makes me happy, but i'm afraid of two things. My mother and ghosts. If I go home, I can't play but i'm safe. If I stay out, I can play but I'm afraid of ghosts. And If I don't ever go out, I'm afraid the ghosts actually are my only friends.

I'm not okay

Down by the broken chamber lay a cobble webbed floor ( Read more... )

So we first thought the world was ours and all for the taking. We grabbed, clawed, fended, and protected whatever we thought was rightfully ours (mainly because noone told us to not to anyway). We picked locations, people, colour, race, and formed our own 'identity'. Everyone had to be part of one. You were either somewhere down South Aussie or ( Read more... )

So we first thought the world was ours and all for the taking. We grabbed, clawed, fended, and protected whatever we thought was rightfully ours (mainly because noone told us to not to anyway). We picked locations, people, colour, race, and formed our own 'identity'. Everyone had to be part of one. You were either somewhere down South Aussie or ( Read more... )

When you're thinking in a silent room, you are suddenly inclined to believe that your thoughts in your heard are the loudest. As if they can be heard from a mile away, you pace up and down wondering if any of that foul mouth twisted thought you enacted in your head somehow possibly managed to escaped itself to the first door cinemas selling like ( Read more... )

In the light of the sun. Is there anyone? Oh, it has begun.