The story shared between my heart and soul.. .. with a mentor, who was angry for me and there to listen to me. .. with a supportive friend, who have unknowingly seen me been through all that. .. with… more →
The Silent Voicewrote 13 hours ago: puddles no lakes no oceans pour from the crystal dazed eyes of angel with no wings her heart in … more →
wrote 1 day ago: The story shared between my heart and soul.. .. with a mentor, who was angry for me and there to lis … more →
wrote 5 days ago: Whew! (Photo credit: Wikipedia) Whew! The Monday after a major holiday weekend is an emotional downs … more →
wrote 5 days ago: Being on your own is the best thing to do when you feel lonesome. Just to have the ability to unders … more →
wrote 6 days ago: Once it has a hold of you, there is no escaping. The desire of feeling wanted, needed. The pain whic … more →
wrote 1 week ago: One of the most courageous things I’ve done in my travels so far was to travel alone to New Yo … more →
wrote 1 week ago: I find that I am missing you more today More than I usually do on any given day Something inside me … more →
wrote 1 week ago: Love myself when I’m alone, loathe myself around people. Introvert? Trust issues? Shy? Modest? … more →
wrote 1 week ago: And just like that, you show and prove to me yet again that I am never a priority. I always will be … more →
wrote 1 week ago: There’s gonna come a time in your life when you’re not gonna want people to know it … more →
wrote 1 week ago: Green Patch I loved to go that place a year ago… I met with someone before… and I forgot this place… … more →
wrote 1 week ago: My reflection, such a reminder of who I hate The moments I hear myself, I wish to become deaf The fe … more →
wrote 2 weeks ago: I ain’t long for this old world and I’m done tasting my own tears a desperado can’ … more →
wrote 2 weeks ago: On the RSS feed is a the blog of Maranne J, who happens to be the topic of this blog. Pretty clever, … more →
wrote 2 weeks ago: There she sat on the stone, In the bitter cold. Alone. Amidst the bustling crowd, The silence yet wa … more →
wrote 3 weeks ago: What is the work of an artist ? Tell me, does it mean anything ? When nobody is listening, When will … more →
wrote 3 weeks ago: Boredom, lonesomeCan you leave me aloneI’m tired, exhaustedI’ve been l … more →
wrote 3 weeks ago: There she sat on the stone, In the cold. Alone. Amidst the bustling crowd, The silence yet was loud. … more →
wrote 3 weeks ago: recluse |ˈrekˌloōs; riˈkloōs; ˈrekˌloōz| noun a person who lives a solitary life and tends to avoid … more →