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.
This is for those who want to move on but still carry the weight of hard feelings inside them. These feelings toward you have stayed with me for too long. Sometimes, it feels like a heavy stone pressed on my chest. And now I understand — as long as I…
Join me here — I’ll write to you sometimes, when something real finds its shape in words.
You see her rage, but I see her pain. You ask, “What’s wrong with her?” and I could give you a thousand reasons, but I say, “Nothing,” because it’s not something you can sum up in a few words. It’s not about today. It’s not about yesterday. It’s the weight…
They say, “Go out and live your life,” as if life is hiding behind a tree or buried beneath rocks. But life is nowhere. The kind of life I want doesn’t exist out there. And the kind of life everyone else is living — that’s theirs. It has nothing to…
They don’t call you often. They’re busy, not just with work but with everything else. They have people who need them, tasks that demand their effort, families and responsibilities. Some days, they barely have time to breathe. But when they do come up for air, they call you. You talk…
There will always be a difference between you and them, no matter what they do. They might copy your style, chase the same dreams, or try to make you feel like you don’t matter. But they can’t take away what’s yours—your strengths, your abilities, your way of seeing the world….
Years later, today, I find myself thinking about that well where I was stuck for a while in my life. I didn’t climb into it by choice, but one day I realised I was already there. At first, I was scared of the darkness. No matter which direction I moved,…
I know it’s almost impossible for someone to fall in love with the way I think instead of the way I look. It’s almost impossible for someone to wait patiently until I feel safe enough to open up. It’s almost impossible for someone to reach beyond the walls I’ve built…
On a sad summer night, beneath the moon’s soft glow, Something stirs within, a feeling hard to outgrow. In my chest, a heaviness, like a burden I bear, It weighs me down, fills the warm night air. Tears trickle down, in the quiet of the night, Each drop a silent…
Mastering the art of being unbothered takes patience, practice, and self-awareness. It protects your peace and helps you function better in daily life. It’s easy to get caught up in things that don’t matter, both from the world around you and from your own mind. These distractions don’t just hurt…
The scars from the past on your soul will glorify your survival.
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