I get to keep you for the night, but how do I make it a lifetime?
he’s drowning in music, the beat of misery. no place for another fool, in this ruthless opera. his mask, where did he left it? behind the back of his bent words, or planted in his head, he need it no more. his eyes burned the ceiling, dry throat from screaming. waking up to a nightmare,…… Continue reading Midnight Thoughts
Between all the ifs and maybes, I seek the certainty from your lips.
She knocked on every door in town but none would open to let her in. So she wandered among the trees in the forest of the forgotten and found a well. It was dark and without an end. Frightening. Yet, intriguing. With all the voices inviting for a jump. She took off her shoes and…… Continue reading Companion(less)
i am nothing more than a white canvas. you can paint over me, make me blue, and make me grey. but it is what’s inside that you can not change.
People would say that book is an escape from reality. But what if book is one’s reality? A form of new ways to look into our mundane world. If escaping is an act of running. The first statement clearly has been proven wrong. Obviously, you’re sitting, or lying, or whatever position you like when reading…… Continue reading Books and Reality
How is it like to live in the moment? I can never fathom. But to be constantly filled with thoughts of nonexistent worlds, I can tell you about it all day. My mind is always somewhere else. When I’m alone, and I mostly am, you may think that it’s quiet. Yet, it’s never quiet with…… Continue reading The Overthinkist