Friday, 29 May 2015

Saving you in a mad world.

There are times, you hit the rock bottom;
and there are times when you're on the top of the heap.

I hope you never forget that it's okay to be on either sides.
There's no perfection, but there's the idea of it.
Somewhere in the middle of both of those you'll always be.
And when you hit the sides, don't be scared, just be free.



Friday, 22 May 2015

Leaving home.


Wagging tails, 
comfortable beds, 
cooked food, 
made up rooms.

Smiling mother, 
silence of father, 
rebel sister. 

Until we meet again. 

"Love is neither personal nor impersonal. Love is love, not to be defined or described by the mind as exclusive or inclusive. Love is its own eternity; it is the real, the supreme, the immeasurable."
—Aldous Huxley

Wednesday, 13 May 2015

Thankyou for the memories.


I've said goodbyes before. 

It has always come down to the fact that you can't say a goodbye without a tear being shed. 

This isn't easy. 

do you love me enough to let me go. 

For me, it comes down to this question, and then I can't stop me or anyone from leaving. 

If its love, it never is a final goodbye, even if it sounds like one.

I don't know maybe, but as for now, this seems right. 

This time, there are no excuses, no reasons to leave or to stay.

Just one sufficing it all, I want to leave. 

Thank you for understanding, and for the memories.

“Anyway, you can't leave her like that. You can't do that to the woman. She doesn't deserve it; nobody does. You don't belong to her and she doesn't belong to you, but you're both part of each other; if she got up and left now and walked away and you never saw each other again for the rest of your lives, and you lived an ordinary waking life for another fifty years, even so on your deathbed you would still know she was part of you.” 
― Iain Banks