.what I carry inside

It’s 6 o’clock on a Sunday And the rain comes pouring down The memories of what was and is Always seem to get me down I look beyond for a brand new hope But my mind plays tricks on me And when I think I’ve got it all figured out Reality kindly greets me OnceContinue reading “.what I carry inside”


Carrying a heavy load of baggage is tiresome and frustrating. You hurdle through every day hoping it will eventually go away. You try new things, you focus on something brighter, but in the back of your mind you still hear and feel that throbbing… The throbbing that the past so effortlessly reminds you of dayContinue reading “.baggage”

.the thin line

How can you hate someone you love so much? Can that line be crossed? I’ve always believed that hate is the absence of love, like darkness the absence of light… So tell me, if the love you have for someone turns into hate does that mean you love them less than before? You allowed hateContinue reading “.the thin line”