There will come a day when my tears will stop rolling down my cheeks for things that are so petty and not worth really crying about. At the end of the day, I am the one that's put myself in that situation, and as though I'm crying for what happened... I'm really crying for my stupidity ( Read more... )

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I used to live in Parnell where we had a little sun room that overlooked the backyard, and behind the trees sat the view of the Auckland museum. It was beautiful. The sun would come seeping in and I find myself waking up and dragging my feet to the couch in the sun room just to warm myself up. It was bliss in itself ( Read more... )

Nothingness creeps in through the dull coloured blinds ( Read more... )

I find myself shying away from random ramblings of life. I used to be such an avid writer, everyday I found myself posting something serious, then something wacky. From Livejournal, to Multiply, then to Facebook. And little by little, my words have been running out, from massive amounts of pages of rants, to small doses of words that make up a poem ( Read more... )

The twisted cycle of excuses, reasoning, the invisible truth. Emotions unknown, remaining silent in my mind. That with every word, an echo responds. Your words, muffled out through that gag I forcefully put on you. Shut you up. It's not torture, it's just a way of me helping you save your breath. From all the excuses, reasoning and the invisible ( Read more... )

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