Now that I was aware that you were there, That joyful game no longer played was finally allowed to be the plan. From room 1 to room 2, I...

The way you look me straight in the eyes, Sir, triggers me, so does your questioning! It triggers me as I struggle for a place to lay my...

The companionship of melancholy made me imagine all the potential worst or at least the kind I fear the most. I have unnecessarily lived...

I had to almost die to finally live!

Our relationship has always been a cold war; a cold war nobody knows about except ourselves. It started long ago. Do you remember the...

I hate it when they do not help. Well, they do not care. But, they also assume that I am better, saying I am better than them. If only...

2 A.M. What's the point of writing words when you know they won't be seen? What's the point of pouring your heart into them? Why would...

The wooden drawers sit quietly in the houses' forgotten rooms. They hold pieces of the past we cannot throw away yet. They bear our...

In the reality of a silent night, you face the truth. You meet again and your brain aches at a long night of confrontation. You've had...

The English Language is my shelter. It is what I clung to once I realised I was thorned into shreds, about the same time I was expected...

Inspiration has been knocking at my door at weird times. Dear precious visitor, at 2 am there is not much for me to do. I once decided to...

When I look at people’s faces, I wonder about many things. Are they happy? for instance. I wonder about the pain they must hide and its...

An epiphany hides inside my world. I tell her not to come, not now, not yet. Conceal yourself. I burry you with a well-knit ignorance. In...

Dear, you think I've been foolish. You think I could've hidden the words more, could've been more implicit. I see it in the way you...

I needed concrete goodbyes. Those they left me without. Or rather the ones I never offered myself. I had been living with untold...

It's beautiful. The moment you clumsily walk into a place with a wondering face scrutinising all that you see in search of familiarity....

My eyes don't see the beauty of the moment. They are painted with regrets, made to capture what to mourn for later, synchronised with a...

The confusion I feel when thinking about you is higher than the one I feel when attempting to solve mathematical problems. And, God knows...

For the first time, I was asked that question. Only for a brief amount of time did it occur to my mind before. But, I had never thought...

I look at myself in the mirror and weary is the only word I can utter. My eyes sunk into the kind of despair that is far too obvious. My...