Sunday, 23 April 2017

Why I love what I do

Question: why do you love what you do?
Me: what do you mean?
Person: why do you love reading alone, and listening to music? Why do you loose yourself in writing and watching disney movies?

Answer: Because it's my escape. In reality I can't do what I want or be who I truly am, but I find solace with in books, I find a release with my writing, I find the words I want to say in songs and the person I want to be in my favourite disney movies. That's why even if for a moment I have happiness. Pure and blissful happiness because I get to live multiple lives through these means.

Wednesday, 19 April 2017

Letters to no one(#3)

Dear no one, 
It's getting harder day by day to keep up that happy smile, to keep going on.
It's just so hard. Nevermind, I can't say what I really want to, not even to you. I can't.

Wednesday, 12 April 2017


Some say death is beautiful, and maybe it is. But I believe it's cruel and ugly. Have you ever lost someone? Ever been so numb you didn't know what to do? Seeing everyone around you in tears and breaking down, but you're not because it hasn't hit you yet, you haven't really comprehended what's happening. Then some days, weeks even moths later it hits you, and it hits you hard. It's that moment where you think "shed/he'd know what to do" and you go pick up the phone to call and then it really hits you they're gone. They're gone and they're never coming back. And you sit back and cry, no screaming, no sobbing but that silent crying that if someone listens close enough, they'd hear your heart shattering into a million pieces. Because you lost someone who meant the world to you, who you could be yourself around. And that loss changes something in you, your smile is a little dimmer, your eyes sparkle less. No one notices. The one person who did is gone. And that's why I think death is cruel and ugly, it's takes away those you love, along with a piece of your heart and a part of your soul.

Letters to no one (#2)

It's like you never took things seriously, you made me want to pull all my hair out. Never listening always joking, but I couldn't stay mad at you for long.  We were like day and night,  like Venus and Mars. We were perfectly imperfect, and now it's all gone. You broke what was left of my heart and I still can't stay mad at you. Even if I could turn back the hands of time I wouldn't do anything different. Because the end of our journey may have come but the ride here was worth it. So I'm writing this letter to no one, hoping maybe one day you'd see it and know what you meant to me.

Tuesday, 11 April 2017

Letters to no one(#1)

It's been so long since we've talked. You probably have gotten other friends now, busy with your life. I just wanted to see how you were doing. If you were safe and if you were happy. I wanted to see if you remembered our friendship, no matter how small it was. I wish I could go back in time and relive those moments where we laughed together and had fun. Then we stopped talking. It wasn't a transition, we didn't gradually stop. It was abrupt. We just stopped. And I miss talking to someone who gets my love for music and can quote our favourite musical. Someone whose writing makes me feel and whose art is simply amazing. We weren't friends for long, but you were someone who truly got me, and maybe I just wanted that back. A friend that I could laugh with and who understands.
But hey, all I wish for is just that we could talk again, I just want to know you're ok, I just want to know that you're happy. Because that's what friends are for?
So I'm writing this letter hoping you'd see it, but you probably never will, because this Is my letter to no one.

Monday, 10 April 2017

Lost Soul

Hey everyone, this is a piece that I fell in love with; it was written by a friend of mine. His name's Gabriel and he's a U.S. Marine :D. So here's "Lost Soul"

I never thought it would hurt this much, you were a big piece of who I was. You built up the wall that kept me strong and now you're gone. I've lost my soul and I'm empty; im stuck in the pool of tears, where I stored my fear; And they haunt me.
I since saw the light at the end of the tunnel and it's closing in on me. But being with you only reminds me that I've lost you. I don't know who I am anymore. And I don't know what to expect from the future.
Every saint has a past,
And mine is dark.
Every sinner has a future,
And mine grows dim and cold.
I am a Lost Soul.

Sunday, 9 April 2017

Why?- 3AM ramblings

She was innocent before you touched her; he was like sunshine before you tainted his light. Why? Why did you do it? What gave you the right to take her innocence away, strip her of her dignity and defile her self worth?  Why? Why did you do it? What gave you the right to raise your hand at him; why would you bruise and batter a child as young as he was, increase the fear in his heart, inflict pain upon him, cause him trauma no child should know. Why? Why did you do it? Why did you Beat her until she could move no more then defiled her temple over and over again until all she we felt like was a rag doll? Why? why did you do it? Why'd you throw insults at him until he was in tears then proceeded to "discipline" him for those same tears until he couldn't move anymore? Why? Why did you do it? Why'd you extinguish the light from their eyes? Why'd you take two beautiful angels from this world and send them back to the creator? Why? Why do you not feel remorse for all you've done? How do you live everyday knowing you're a sick monster?  Why are you the one to live and they the ones to die? That's all I ever wanted to know in this world, WHY?

We spend each day going through the motions, never really stopping to see what's around  us, never looking up to see a different view. Sometimes all you need to do is to stop and look around and you'll see someone who needs you, who truly needs your help. I see a world filled with so much wrong; rape, abuse, assault, bullying are all problems we face in this society. These are no jokes, you should never joke about anything as serious as this. Stand up against violence against women, men and children.