It’s Called A Comeback!

Just a thought, Maybe I’m the Abandoner! Is that even a word? I guess you get the drift… Today, at the edge of 29, I realize that I spent so many years performing the creative, uncomplicated and not-so-appreciated art of Abandoning… Let me explain – When my fingers bled, I gave up Guitar… When my…

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Recipe to Healing

I just came across this today – “We gather our past in a clutter” and I can’t help but relate to the psychology behind it, which is why I have finally built up the courage to write again. If I have to be honest, times have been tough; I have seen, felt and experienced things…

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This Night…

She felt, in that moment that their souls had crashed together and merged… Like every aspect of their minds, hearts, bodies and souls were bleeding together. This night, She stands in front of her mirror, That big square reflection of her life, Eyes on her eyes, hand touching her hand… She feels alone, absent a…

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Fade Away

He who doesn’t understand your silence, will never understand your words… Hurt and pain, the poetic kind Mere ideas and we, its creator To describe that severe form of loss When we lose what we held so dear It is incapable of description It is nothing but abstract You can’t explain the nature of it…

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