WE ARE MOTHS... We're otherworldly beings seemingly moths but not quite. We choose the flame, but not by instinct. We choose the flame, because fire is ecstacy; and we do not feel the burn. Only when we leave the flames... Only then does the pain sink in.
M: If I were to see you tonight, I would hold you in my arms so tight. I will hold you and never let go. Wrap you in my arms so tight you can't even breathe. Because that's what I do best, ain't it? Kill people I love with the feeling. And my constant defense… Continue reading Her Defense
Because, for once, I am celebrating International Women's Day. I WANT TO SHARE THIS CONVERSATION FROM THE BBC TV SERIES, SHERLOCK, IN HOPES THAT IT WILL INSPIRE Y'ALL THAT WOMEN DO MATTER; DESPITE WHAT OTHERS MIGHT SAY. WE ARE MORE THAN CLEANING LADIES,HOUSEWIVES, AND DOMESTICATED BRIDES. INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S DAY IS NOT ONLY A DAY TO… Continue reading A Day For All Sexes
A friend says, "Don't come to my grave. I won't be there to wipe away your tears."
Everything in life is writable if you have the outgoing guts to do it and the imagination to improvise.
There is no absolute truth, to anything, at all. The beauty in reading is that you think, read, comprehend, understand and interact with the author at the same time. The beauty in sharing your thoughts towards others is that you get to see another perspective. So, read and share. You'd be surprised at how far… Continue reading I Read, Write and Share
The difference is that this is my story. So I'm writing you off before you do the same.
A: It's hard to compete with first love. B: Huh? A: Don't you get it? First love never dies. B: That may be true; but true love can bury it alive.
But here's the thing: There'd always be a reason for every dumb mistake.
1: Not quite as amazing as you are. 1: 'Cause your beautiful! HAHAHAHA. 2: You're, dude.
So, this is it guys. I finally have my first piece for my year-long conversations. I have dedicated a separate category for this for ease of access. Your critiques are very much welcome. Thank you! Enjoy the chocolates! Hers: I don't really know if you're healed... because broken things never mend entirely. But if you're… Continue reading I Don’t Know
I don't really know if you're healed... because broken things never mend entirely. But if you're holding back tears, just know I've been there too. I don't really know if you're lying... because we rarely talk now. And it's not like I'm complaining, but yes, I'm sad. And maybe glad. In the many ways you… Continue reading For A Clown
Can't remember how Can't remember when but then again, would it matter now? Like it mattered then?
1: People don't change. 2: Really? Can you unring a bell?
Our conversations were ... are... a blissful temporary satisfaction, for the both of us, it seems. A welcome distraction to both our mundane lives, at best. I hear your voice now that I am writing this. But the words aren't there. I see your figure as a stare out the door. But you're no longer… Continue reading Conversations with You (A Reprise)