Alright, I know it's been forever since my last post but that's just me. A lotta things have happened for sure and so let's just give it a try to fill the blank space and move ahead. Maybe - just maybe, this will be kinda helpful for me too. I got kinda stuck in myself … Continue reading Never coming to an end
Dear Love, let me say this: I know it is painful for you to see me struggle. I know you hate those who have hurt me and it's hard for you to understand how could they do. But don't feel like you have to fix everything they have broken. This is not your job. I … Continue reading Letter to Love
So, I fucked up the 10 things to do as a Bipolar to have shit work out - for now. But I'm gonna get back to it, promise. Currently I'm not in happy butterfly mode. Too be honest I'm in Far-far-away-from-that-world. But let's hack it into the keyboard one after another. As I haven't made … Continue reading It’s nothing wrong about fucking things up every once in a while
Women. Great topic. I'm one of them but I have to admit I'm not getting along well with them. I don't mean the socializing part, you know - somehow I have always been "integrated" and active part of the scene. Which is - and I have always been aware of this - thanks to my … Continue reading
I remember when I was little, at some point I had watched whatever movie and got all drawn to the idea of playing the piano. Maybe I was five or six and I just wanted this. To sit at this huge instrument and make music all by myself. My parents were still married at this … Continue reading The things we get
I think We were both hanging at the end of two strings And we had to decide whether to let go or find something else to hold on to It might have seemed like a matter of strength Or a matter of opportunity But when we met each other's eyes while facing the same abyss … Continue reading A matter of reason
