Hold on, To that last strand. To that last strand of hope. To that last strand of life. To that last strand of sanity. Because they can last a whole life, And a million more.
It has been nearly four years since I started studying psychology. And one of the most fascinating activities is what I call BRAIN ERROR 404. This happens when a life event, "a memory" is so traumatic and damaging that your brain literally decides to hide it from you, encrypt it; in essence delete it. Now, … Continue reading Brain Error 404
I always wondered that in older times, why did people say, "What's your poison?". And today, I found the answer. Every person has his own poison, a notion he feeds himself real slow, a notion that's slowly killing him yet is also keeping him alive. A notion he can't let go, because the pain it … Continue reading Poison
I dont understand why people connect rain with love, romance, relationships or even friends. I believe rain is a moment to reconnect with yourself, go deeper into yourself. A time to be peaceful, quiet, to be the epicenter of nothing and just......
At first I thought, the world is all cruel, nothing is planned; just havoc working its way through chaos. But.....
A letter to all the Extroverts out there...
I dont wanna face anything. I want to run away from everything, run a mile. Then sit down and listen to music, so loud that ear start bleeding. I wanna run away from everything. It's not because I'm afraid of facing things, it's just that I'm tired, tired of shitty people, shitty situations.
Q. How does it feel to be in conflict with your own self? A. Pretty normal.
A poem reinstating what we hold.
If I had a voice I would sing, If I had a heart I would bleed, If I had me I would be me. If I had a voice I would breathe, If I had a heart I would see, If I had her I would be me.