More than dying I was afraid of living Afraid of being something afraid of not being something afraid of loving afraid of being loved afraid of hurting afraid of breaking afraid of accepting afraid of rejecting afraid of falling afraid of flying afraid of being afraid of not being afraid of forgetting afraid of remembering … Continue reading Trapped in Between
I come from a culture and an upbringing where it's always you before me. Where it's always them before I. Where you have to sacrifice your mental health for those around you. And if you do all this you’re highly appreciated. You’re a saint. This culture isn't toxic, but it tastes like acid when the … Continue reading Self-love in a toxic culture
This imperfect body of yours is nothing more than just a host for your soul there is an unseen beauty dripping from within so take the brush of self-love and paint it all over your skin because you are the comfort of heaven and the ease of Eden in you lies a garden of solace … Continue reading My doubts
I wrote this in high school, around eight years ago. But it still gives me hope. Sometimes I feel like the things I wrote in my early days are better than what I write now. Maybe because they came straight from the soul.... It's a feeling that can't be put into words.... I didn’t give … Continue reading I didn’t give up…
If you know I see dreams higher
than the sapphire alluring sky,
then why do you dig my grave
in your atrocious mind.