The world sees through a fool's vow

From this moment on there is only me

I will shred all memories of you into wisps of nothingness

I will scroll through my contacts without remembering your name

I will watch movies feeling excited if there's only popcorn to keep me company

I will have dinner and be contented eating alone

I will sleep and be happy to have the whole bed to myself

I will look at the morning sky without thinking what's for our breakfast

I will gaze at the flying star and not make any happily ever after wishes

I will look at at my reflection and not see us

Because now there is no more you. And I am free.

The radio in my heart

Our past conversations are the channels that air at night before I fall asleep

And your voice is the perfect frequency, my midnight lullaby.

Oh, March

This month belongs to you.

noh ssiw.

Tough luck

I woke up one morning and realized that I ran out of luck a long, long time ago. Now I'm just gonna push my way through with an empty, abandoned feeling. No more regret, no more blame. It's just between me and my ignorant determination to continue taking the walk ahead.

The Boy In The Striped Pajamas

What. A. Terrific. Read.

A story so simple yet powerfully engaging. It tells about the innocent friendship between two young boys developed over a fence, and how the Holocaust impacts their lives and that of their loved ones.

In the movie adaptation, the roles of Bruno and Shmuel are wonderfully played by newcomers Asa Butterfield and Jack Scanlon respectively.

We dream

When our dreams get the better of us

We find out who we are not

Scorn and misjudgment

Blight our perception

Blinding us from what really matters.

As long as we can still distinguish the real and the fake, we can go on dreaming.

The thing that is really bothering is that some of us never wake up in time

Staying trapped in our own abysmal oblivion.

Dawn Un-coloured

And when it finally hit us

The blow so strong we fall

Together with all that we've been holding onto

Into our own manic, mindless states

We ask - How?

Nothing comes without warning

This we always forget and let pass

Realization comes with desire

A habitual thing - to rewind and go back

Always to go back

But by now it should've dawned on us

That there are no shortcuts

No U-turns

For this we often weep

Silently or out loud

The tears still stain.