Over the years I have managed to forget a lot of things
Forgetting things has become a habit now..

However, some pain
I have carried for so long
That it’s embedded in the layers of my flesh and bone

It’s like living in a house made of wood
But the wood is rotten and it's reeking
Of distant memories


It’s like living in a dream
Fleeting glimpses
From unknown sources

Helplessly looking at familiar faces
No words ever come out of our mouths
We stare at each other, sometimes with a smile
Then we sigh, and we look away

Still, sometimes you just can’t help but feel lucky to be alive



It’s a strange feeling
The ocean visits me in my dreams
The only uninvited guest that can bring so much joy

But when I visit the ocean
I get overwhelmed by the vastness of it
It has the power to devour the earth anytime



The wait … is what kills me
Nothing ever happens
I break, I shatter
I crumble, I collapse.

I’m made again
Only suffer

Demise of a sweet friendship

You're still stuck living in pretense

I gave you many chances , for the hope that you'd change


I left you alone a thousand times before
  And again for the very same reason
I'll do the same one more time

Oh only if you could love me a little less as a lover
I would've kept this friendship alive