I am a color palette. Pink, blue, red, yellow— name any color you can think of. The joy the artist feels when she paints with my colors, refills my pa...Read more

‎My heart was crushed— ‎like broken glass. ‎ ‎Like broken glass— ‎my heart pierces. ‎ ‎I hurt others— ‎cause I'm hurt myself. ‎ ‎I've bled ‎and bled, ...Read more

People are running, some are screaming. Gunshots cloud, my sense of reasoning. A woman crying, her child is dead. Even the robbers, turn on themsel...Read more

‎Do you know ‎the heart bleeds tears? ‎It does, ‎but silently. ‎You’d have to ‎hurt, ‎and hurt, ‎and hurt it, ‎till it can’t hold it in ‎for much long...Read more

‎There's so much noise ‎In my heart. ‎It's trying to break free, ‎But I hold it still. ‎If I let it flee, ‎would it kill ‎the whole world? ‎

‎In the house ‎called “my mind,” ‎there's a door ‎that leads to a room ‎filled with colourful ‎and blooming flowers, ‎butterflies too. ‎It was last op...Read more

‎I lost everything. I lost myself. ‎I'm so forgetful, I Forgot how to be me. ‎I don't care anymore, not even about me. ‎But still... I don't want t...Read more

‎I had an amazing conversation — ‎not with the night, ‎not with my mind, ‎but with a stranger. ‎It’s never been so quiet, ‎so quiet up there. ‎My us...Read more

"Death is not always the end of life. It's also the start of a new beginning" ‎So...., where is MY new beginning? ‎Or have I not waited long enough fo...Read more

Struggling for air ‎It's like I'm buried alive ‎Trying catch my breath, but it's like the air vanished ‎ ‎Ohh, how I hate tight spaces ‎Tight corners...Read more

‎I once read a post ‎that said, "get out of your head." ‎But how can I leave ‎when 'she' has me caged? ‎Even if I break free, ‎she glued a leash ‎to ...Read more

‎Am I a puppet of my mind, ‎Or is she my puppet? ‎ ‎Does she make me think these things, ‎Or do I feed her what to think? ‎ ‎All these things she says...Read more

‎My mind is alive. ‎My mind is her own person. ‎We do not coexist or correlate. ‎I feed her optimism, ‎she throws up pessimism. ‎She has a workspace...Read more

‎I am one with the nights. ‎So quiet and peaceful—so dark—your own safe space. ‎The air may be cool, cold, windy, it may even rain—it may be anything ...Read more

The silent rustling of leaves.... ‎A child's cry from a distance..... ‎The sound of wind swooping up dust.... ‎The sound from moving vehicles.... ‎A r...Read more

The stars stay with the night through dark times. Would you be my star...?