I know sometimes we need to stay silent, but silence is scary. When someone doesn't talk and it's clear that he wants to say something, I'm scared what is running through inside his head. When someone doesn't talk and it builds up inside, it will eventually explode. I saw how that kind of miscommunication ruined our family. It's still traumatic for me.
She would miss you on the rainy days of chaos and comfort or even the days when the waves were calm and the horizon was clear.
Let me just hold on to this delicate glass of euphoria for a little longer. Just a little bit more.
I have always wondered if a lot of people get so many thoughts while taking the shower because I do. I think it's the only time my mind actually gets (literally) pouring ideas.
To wrap my blog life this 2017, let me do a recap of my posts. I also have a list of my favorite blogs and entries, just in case you want to reread or you fancy new reads.
I realized that it doesn’t matter if I start with little steps as long as I’m moving forward. It doesn’t matter if I start slow as long as I’m doing myself a favor by just simply trying.
I firmly believe in words because I always mean what I say. The thing is, not everyone does.
I am a living paradox. I cry because of too much joy, I laugh when it fucking hurts. I believe in serendipity yet I am convinced that for destiny to work its magic, we must act upon it. At times, I want to be alone but I don’t want to feel lonely. Often times, I … Continue reading A LIVING PARADOX