Some thoughts are heavy. Some truths arrive slowly. Some stories take time to find their shape. This is the home of my writing, built piece by piece, feeling by feeling.
If you’re new here, begin anywhere. Every page is part of a journey.
“How did you become so fearless?” “Do you have a vase? Imagine you do — an antique one. Beautiful. Expensive. You love it, but over time, you grow bored with it. You want to change it somehow, but you don’t. Why? Because you’re afraid of breaking it. Afraid that if…
The people who left you left because they didn’t want to stay. If they wanted to, they would have tried. They would have fought for you. But they didn’t. They left because they no longer love you. But that doesn’t mean they never did. So let them go. Because if…
I can’t change the world. So I’m trying to change myself. We often think about fixing the world, the country, or society, but rarely do we think about improving ourselves. If every person tried to become better, the world would naturally follow. Also read this: The Faces We Wear Maturity…
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There was a time when certain things felt permanent. No matter how much you tried to run away from them, they were always there. No matter how much you tried to ignore them, you had to give your full attention to them. They filled your days, stayed in your mind,…
Now, everything is fine. Days are moving slowly, as they should. There are no problems that I can’t solve. No chaos, no stress. And still, something doesn’t feel right. A feeling that something is missing. It’s not sadness. It’s not even dissatisfaction. Everything is there, but something is still missing,…
Support doesn’t always look like agreement. Sometimes, to support your loved ones, you want to go against them, especially when you can see that the path they choose will lead them only to terrible situations. But this kind of support is not normal because most of the time, support feels…
The day is simply repeating itself over and over. The boredom of repetitive days is depressing me. Slow mornings, familiar routines, and predictable moments. Same people, steady relationships. Nothing different happens that challenges life. So, the urge to return to chaos is getting louder. Distractions start looking tempting. A voice…
Remember, there was a time when your life was scattered into pieces. You fell and fell, and finally hit rock bottom in your life. You stayed there for quite a while and realised that at the end of the day, it’s just you and your scattered life. So, one by…
You got really tired of being a nice person. It’s such a hectic job to do every day that it feels like labour. Agreeing with people even when you know they are wrong, just because you don’t want to upset them. Choosing silence over conflict so everything stays peaceful. Saying…
Many years after it happened, one fine day, you will understand how a person can be kind, loving, and generous, yet still be harmful. How “who they were” and “what they did” were so different that it left you confused. Now, you can call them toxic or narcissistic, but were…
The days keep repeating themselves. The hope that breathes in the morning vanishes somewhere in the dark of the night. Life feels heavy when emotional thoughts start circling inside the mind with no way out. It seems the life that only appears in dreams wants to stay in the dreams….
The scars from the past on your soul will glorify your survival.
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