Word of the Year + why I don’t like to write poems anymore

word of the year

I chose the word to remind myself that I have a control over my brain instead of the other way around.

2018: The Year of Self-Sabotage and Self-Love

2019 new year

2017 was so eventful; all the changes that happened were in the form of destruction. Still, it brought lessons. 2018 is also eventful but in a completely different way. All changes that are happening now are focused on rebuilding the life I want.

Blogmas #2: Why?

Why do we cry alone? Why don't we reach out when we're sad and then wonder why we feel lonely? Why do we deny ourselves of comfort and companion and wonder why we are never in a deep relationship with people—soul to soul?

Life Updates: I ghostwrite a poetry manuscript + new contents

We have 2 months left until the year ends IT'S INSANE. How can time feel so slow but going too fast at the same time???? IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE. Anyway, it's starting to get cold. I hope you are warm and living life. You matter 

Get to Know Me through My Childhood Memories

I drowned when I was 11 (bless I'm still alive!), so when I say that I feel like drowning, I really know what it's like.

Forever, Blue Moon

I'd like to believe that I see you in all the bright places. I do. But, I also see you in all the dark corners—shining brightly; telling me it's all going to be okay; urging me to keep going. I am so grateful for that presence you left in my heart. It is heavy but it was better than the void. I am so grateful for the rain. It was raining then, wasn't it? It was really cold.

Read This If You Don’t Know What You Want

If we can't be entirely true to the people around us (because we all have this facade, walls, barricade, or whichever you call it, built up so high), let us at least be honest to ourselves.

We owe at least that to ourselves. Growth is painful.

The Sunday Currently Vol 4 | books and rainy days

How's your day today? Please stay strong xx