Vision

And through tunnel vision- I was blinded to your lies.

travelling companion.

It was in my baggage that I saw.. the weight of your deceit I carried.

My best friend cried today. Because it hurts her to see me heartbroken everyday. She admitted 5 months ago she thought the best thing for me would be to not be with you anymore. She said she can’t bare to see me like this. What do I do with that apart from take a deep

Fireworks

Waiting for the day my insecurities won’t stop you from loving me.  My reactions to your actions hurt. And my depth lies in the learnt. My learnt actions My routines Of checking and updating your transparent existence on a platform of illusion. My heart shines when thinking of you then it flutters…  …fire works shoot

The Rhetoric Intersection

It is at the intersection you will find out… what we are really made of. Whether you are willing to try another path. Are you willing to walk along the shrapnel infested path barefoot? What if it leads you to your goal? What about a path that gathers pain with each  delicate step? Imagine a