Every night before falling helpless into dreaming I can’t help but wonder. I stare at the ceiling, I look at my hands, I trace my face, I think of all the things that I have, that I could have done, that could have been. And then I stop. I focus on my past, I digContinue reading “Why.”
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I know.
I know I shouldn’t wait for someone to come and pick up the pieces. I know it should be me. I know I should love my self and pick them up one by one and glue them together. But is it too much to ask, someone that cares, someone that notices, someone that sees thatContinue reading “I know.”
Sometimes I wonder…
If I’m not happy with what I have and with who I am. What would make me happy? I’ve never been able to find an answer… money, a different job, a hobby, traveling, who knows? Will I find love? The type of love worth living for? Something that makes me feel warm and happy andContinue reading “Sometimes I wonder…”
Hoping
Right now I’m lying in bed thinking about tomorrow, i don’t want tomorrow to come because I simply don’t want today to end. It’s not because today has been memorable or in any way something to remember, but just because I’m tired of this eternal loop repeating itself over and over again. I hope yourContinue reading “Hoping”
The View
Something to start this with
I once read that we are better at expressing our emotions and feelings in a different language because it allows us to disassociate from them, therefore it makes it easier… So I guess that’s what we will be doing from now on.
A little bit about myself
I’m new to this, just as I am new to everything else, I used to disassociate from my reality by reading, now somewhere along the way, my passion shifted towards writing, I wanted to create a world where I could get lost. I’m 23 years old, too young to loose faith and too old toContinue reading “A little bit about myself”
Writings on the Sand 