My Journey

  Graduation week. I was fatigued, mentally, even before it began and although I turned to exercise to recuperate, It only seemed to worsen with physical stress. The only person this was harder on was my sister. My beloved Viktor was on an emotional rollercoaster, he was trepid with anxiety. Now some may wonder why … More My Journey

Empty

I am so regular, I sleep at 7.30 pm every evening and not a minute later. I never miss my pre-scheduled siestas. I text all my friends in the morning to ask how they slept, and every night to remind them to rest easy. In fact, a week hardly ever passes by without me seeing … More Empty

My Ugly Notebook

This is where I scribble my fascinations. I go to it when I’m terrified, and when I need to confess my truest desires. It rescues me when I fall, yet plunges me into lucid hazes I so fondly wish to not wake up from. It holds onto my hand while coaxing me to look into … More My Ugly Notebook

Zenitude

That one over there, She doesn’t really talk much you know; just┬ásits there, scribbling into that ugly notebook pretending to read meaning into the life’s essence. There has to be a reason; probably not a good one. The sun rays splash across my face, beating me with heat as I lay in my hammock, a┬ásmile … More Zenitude