Sunday, 15 October 2017

The river of memories washes them away into the sea of oblivion.

Monday, 4 September 2017

We said we gave up on love and everyone knows it's just because we don't want to hurt anymore. 
Love is just one of so many things in this world. But is it the one that makes it all worth it and that we can't really live without? 

Friday, 1 September 2017


You go through life with a thirst for many things that sometimes you don't recognize immediately. 

If you can't get satisfaction you'll just keep on searching for something that doesn't exist. Human unsatisfaction doesn't have to harm everyone around you too. Just remember you can control and balance your thirst, like everything else. 
- Will it ever stop? The sensation that everything has been done, said, written, told, painted, photographed, registered, imagined, created, by all possibilities of every human that was ever alive. 
And yet this hopefulness and hungriness for universes to discover. 

Saturday, 5 August 2017

It's said that it's hard to forget the face of the one you love.

Monday, 31 July 2017

My body is made of veins that fight every second to not burst of its bloody tears. 

Friday, 14 July 2017

Halves of the same Soul

From half of me pours half of you, 
It's the touching of souls 
that it's said to be love, 
Even when you thought you had no soul anymore. 
The messy worlds inside us

cannot contain the strenght of our soul. 
It's the sky and the ocean that are halves of the same blue world. 

Tuesday, 11 July 2017

Mirror, mirror, can you see?

The confirmation that gladly everyone is better without you;
The explanation that you rather know they're happy;
The comprehension of how finite every gaze is;
The fascination with every facial line of every person you've seen;
The extension of your heart being so infinite that you still love everyone you've ever loved. 

Can you find, in the mirror, me?
They saw me as contaminated 
Tarnished by blood and soul
Dipped in tragic inconvenient woes
Too sensitive and too honest
Too candid and too earnest 

Nobody likes wounded people
Thrown into mud by a stormy life
Everyone wants to forget sadness 
And be with the ones who smile

Though the distraught and downtrodden 
are the ones who are torn and abandoned 
And who definitely need support 
Everyone just cuts them off
Like if they had a contagious disease 

They can't stand a truly open heart
Because they're all emotionally rotten
And they're unable to just love and care

Like it's the only thing that matters

Monday, 3 July 2017

"There are many ways of dying. The worst of them is to continue living." - in 'This must be the place'