i just want to. be on my own.
passion in their music, and a bunch of lonely souls, comforted me.
sad, angry, numb, pissed, wronged, worried
when they sang, i was relieved for the first time.
I have been reluctant to post cos i wanted to do a long one dedicated to my grandpa, but with all that’s happening, i don’t know where to start, i don’t know where to end.
i want to keep believing in the good in people, but all i see is injustice, self-righteousness, and greed.
“You’re a really good girl and you stand up for some good things in life. Also, keep your head up because sometimes life can be shit but things always have a way of working out for the good.”
Thank you, you didn’t know how much this helped.
Don’t let your struggles define you.
too many words, i could only be silent.
we could only share silence.
If you ever feel alone and the glare makes me hard to find
Just know that I’m always parallell on the other side
thank you for making it that much easier for me
i can’t tell if you really did or just hiding it
but thank you.
or i don’t know when i would be able to let go of that memory
That which is dreamed can never be lost, can never be undreamed
Need to rest my mind, rest those thoughts.
What ifs are the ones that will always linger, paying their sudden visits that make your heart flutters.
When will I stop reliving that night?
i miss this little corner of mine.
I want to be nothing, and everything.
To not be bound by any stereotypical images, and at the same time to be able to be any of those I favour.
Beauty in the more, the mixture of everything, which is nothing in particular.
That’s how I see myself, and possibly how I wish to be seen as. (But honestly it will never happen and I can’t care less.)
Today will end..
Like tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after the day after…
a choice, to decide who you want to keep in your life and who not to.
tonight, i think i saw my grandpa, in the form of a very big but elegant moth, at the beginning of the 7th day after he left us, and scared him away.
I am sorry.
did you want to tell me something? I would have listened. but you left the moment i realized that it was you.
I am sorry i wasn’t there when you left us. I knew you wanted to wait until we graduate. Sorry I am taking longer than I should have.
thank you for making me your favourite.
I will never forget you.
i can feel this mixture of sadness and numbness in me.
bracing myself for the epic drama
like everyone else, and forgot about how to simply mourn.