on heart and hurt.

i repeat the alphabet from a to z,except for the letter u. you see, when i read the letter u,it reminds me of "u- you"and "us".and then, it demands meto cry in seven different languages.i start learning to codewhenever someone chooses to leave.i needed to find something hardto keep my heart busier,so it won't cry…

Glasses; full or empty.

am not fully optimistic, nor fully pessimistic. i do have my shares of positivitiesand negativites. i don't carry a bag full of good,and beautiful thoughts, decorated withsweet hopes.nor do i carry any bag fullof horrible nightmareswhich i had the last night.sometimes, i don't see the glass as half filled,but half empty. like my barren heart.…

on nights and surviving

every night,those thoughts whichdoesn't let you sleep, peacefully.those nightmares whichhaunts you every night andsurrounds you with the arms ofdarkness and numbness.those monsters whoscreams every now and then,about the things you fear.that pain whichdoesn't let you breathe easily.those phases, when you have yourselfstill, you feel yourself lost.and every single time, youdefeat them by being alive.and this…