Writing for a week straight has really inspired me. I’ve never felt so good about it.
I don’t know where I’d be without my blog. This is my sanctuary, a place of freedom and space.
Living a complex life, it makes you understand the gift of simple things.
Whether it’s writing a poem, or just practicing mindfulness and focusing on your health.
It is so important to acknowledge your struggles, so that you can make room for better things to come.
We have our bad days and our good days. There will be tears, and laughter until our stomach is in knots.
Grateful for family, true friends and the guardian angels I have, watching over me and the ones I love and cherish the most.
Blessed in many ways.
Writing in the darkness of a room has always been my scenery of choice. The patience of thought, gradually expressed. Peace is the word. I am at peace with myself. Solitude does help you sustain it. That echo or a whisper, now simply a memory engraved in the mind.
Flickering moments keep me awake at night. Not because it physically haunts me or takes control. I simply find it lingers, wherever and however it pleases.
Just because things are over to everyone else, doesn’t mean I forget as quickly.
My heart keeps certain people there for longer than the mind perhaps want to admit.
I’m not just a hopeless romantic and an awkward, introverted soul. I am also easily attached. Over the years, it’s become easier to admit and cover up.
People often remind me of what I’ve known for the longest duration ever.
Memories will always matter, and so will the people who inspired them, created them with me.
I might have been foolish with my words, perhaps reckless with all other aspects of life, but in my heart, I’ve always cared deeply.
One of my New Year’s resolutions was to update my blog in a more consistent matter and I have many plans in doing so, so that I can stick with one of my few personal goals for 2o17.