This time last year, I wrote haikus out of restlessness and weariness of the heart.
Excuse the cheesyness of my words. Forced as they are, they're an excuse to share photo I like.
Turning 24 isn’t like any other birthdays we have in a lifetime.
Picking up my shattered pieces, broken piece by broken piece...
What is a shadow, but darkness that occurs when something gets in the way of light.
How do you even begin the process of moving on when every song you used to love listening to reminds you of that one person you need to move forward from?
I crave for a life devoid of care about what I will be sorry to leave behind.
And now I understand why people say love isn't fair.
A new kind of fire will emerge in the horizon; One with tender, more colorful sparks.
Physical exhaustion is something you can wake up without after a good rest. But not a broken heart and a wounded spirit no matter how long you stay asleep to escape it all.