I: A romantic of the lonely.

p a r t   I   Disclaimer: I want you to understand that this piece is exactly the opposite of what my title says. Also, vulnerability decided to exist in plenty for she was missing my page. Oh by the way, you’re gonna have issues in imagining a person with a specific gender. You’ll…

Solved: The failure of “selfless” projects.

Disclaimer: This piece is just a fragment of thought based off of my general observation and intuition. I will be sorry if it hurts your sentiments in any way, but will never be sorry for writing and sharing with those who read. Anyway, your loss. I love you though. Thank you so much for your…

Understanding abstract.

Films are the most expressive art form that the abstract brain of a human relates to. And we, as creative beings, are most attracted to the hidden themes yet to be figured or explained by the mechanical language of the mind. However, truth be told, no matter how vague and free flowing it seems, the…

I heart kitties.

Today I want to express my love for cats. Honestly, as a reader and as a human you must accept by now that the company of animals makes your entire existence much more loveable than you think it could ever be. I love dogs and a few birds too. I think if given the opportunity,…

Year 14.

Love is a social and psychological construct that provides a sense of deeper, abstract productivity to humanity. Tell that to my 14 year old self and it would lose its sense of being. All I looked for was pure love back then, love in any form to be at peace with myself. My purpose of…

14.09.17.

  01:22:30 hours. Death and all his friends //Viva La Vida Today was weird and I’ll be talking about it. Today I was a happy person who got to sleep after many sleepless nights. Yet, it drained me of all my energy. I guess being an insomniac by default who stresses over a lot of…

Cigarettes after sex.

01.09.2017; 00:26 hours. Thoughts of dope and pancakes, summer windy rides and nights under the neon signs instead of those plain ‘ol stars surround me as I drown myself in The Rolling Stones and a jar of chocolate dip, playing wife to my favourite, juicy strawberries. It’s all weird if you ask me. But then…