I ache so much right now. Curious longing to unload the weight from your heavy heart. Take my hand. Lead me through the workings of your naked core. Let guilty flowers blossom and grow between the cracks in our reality. I hunger of words missing, lost over timed silence. Cautiously I wish to know the carousel of thoughts that spin in your curious mind. Wanting so much right now to feel the distant beat of your heart. To briefly steal what is not mine.

i am not a morning person but i marvel in its catharsis. be it getting up early or going home late, the eerie quiet of dawn creeps into your soul and under your skin sending chills down your spine, just enough to irk you to no end. the lack of noise from the hustle and bustle of city life calms my entire being and there is that elusive sense of safety but yet not entirely so. it’s as if breathing in the six a.m. air is as effective as my morning dose of coffee - energising and invigorating.



i am most definitely not a morning person, but i’d very much like to be.

She is an open book...
In Quantum Physics
Written in Chinese

i used to think that ***
was only for skinny people
because those who can't even
look at their own naked reflection
would not be able to let anyone else do so

it is different now

maybe it is easier to claim to
not believe in love and
to stray away from the topic of
not having been in love
just to hide the fact that i envy what they have
as being something i will never have
however i've been meaning to see the light at the end of the tunnel
but this tunnel is just way too dark and this light seems to be non-existent
especially when all you are is
blind(ly wanting to feel <title>)