Tag: #blogging
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I had a friend ask me once why I read so much. She could not fathom why an activity so tedious to her seem to take most of my free (and not so free) time. She didn’t ask me in a bad way at all but rather wanted to understand why I actually enjoyed reading…
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I hate job application process! “Why should we hire you for this job?” Uuhm, because you’re hiring, which means you need someone to do this job. I am one more stupid question away from ditching the society and starting a witch convent so we can burn the world down!
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Ever looked at a place and wonder what exactly it is that you’re doing there? The feeling of looking for an answer but you don’t know to what question exactly. Its a strange place to be mentally.
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The level of unchecked freedom I have as an adult is truly wild and amazing. Walking into a cake shop and walking back out with a whole birthday cake all truly mine while being nowhere close to my actual birthday is a glorious feeling! The entire week’s constitutes of a side of chocolate cake all…
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Does anyone else get the urge to detach themselves from society and life while and disappear into oblivion and then get mad that that is not an option?
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The tiny fractions of time, Between falling and flying, Are full of fleeting lies We tell ourselves we’re fine I’m fine… its fine… And all the while, We wait, To be pushed again.
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It is the way they flow that really matters. Down they tumble sweeping pebbles and boulders along the way. Dust and and oil smudges wiped clean as the waves fall down like a fall. The process is quite a sight, accompanied with hiccups and snorts, but the feeling bought forth is such a relief. Like…
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Stranded between night and day As darkness unleashes her demons And daylight reveals What I choose not to see Wanting to dream, but fearful of nightmares Wanting to feel, but fearful of pain Wanting to live, but fearful to be…..
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Without the aid of wind to sway Without eyes to see me lavish in green and bloom Or ears to hear the music from my leaves Or just hear me fall dead in the nigh of winter Without anyone to see and observe me, I am then but a tree grown nowhere, tall in silence…