Precious Experiences

If you can’t see the rainbow after the storm make one yourself. The fortune is in your own hands and awaiting your approval !!!


Gloomy Mornings,

Surreal thoughts

Humid air makes me breath in all the possible germs which can be found in this  corrupted land. I enhale and exhale polluted air filling my lungs with dust. I imagine my two organs to be creased and covered in a thick trickly layer of little particles mixed with my inner fluids. Despite the fact of having dirty lungs I still venture outside admiring the world. It reminds me of life – it’s luck and misfortune. We have been beaten up to a pulp so many time yet we still get up and go.  



Life is real, My eyes

Angels, fallen and blessed are of the same kind, they choose their path slowly sketching so called fate which is just a result of life choices and coincidences. We are the creators of our inner selves sculpting the future therefore let’s not blame the God for misfortune but work towards self improvement.


Dear Dxxx

Surreal thoughts

Dear Dxxx,

My heart and your organ hurt everyday, the willing to get rid of them is tempting. I’ve got an idea, let’s do it, let’s rip them off and bury them in the ashes so we will be able to transform ourselves into distinguishable ZOMBIES without an excess luggage of feelings and side effects of blood clots and heartaches.

You see, a double personality feels like being an actress who plays a role she never wanted. You live doing your best but a part of you is withering like a beautiful rose but yet you have enough strength to fight. Unfortunately, you don’t resemble a rosette but a bloody dandelion with thorns. You wish to propagate but instead you spread in all places leaving a little space for others to blossom, so very few people like you because you intimidate most of them with your yellow origins. I hope there would be another magical, dark, and happier place to reside but that dwelling doesn’t exist unless we build it from scratch away from the wasteful civilization in the sinister and shady forest.

Do you want to join me? Think about it and let me know.



The cracked glass/ life

Life is real

Sometimes I feel like my life appears to be a cracked glass which falls apart into tiny pieces every time I have something really positive in my existence. I can present you with multiple examples of what I’ve had and what I’ve lost- I count all- human beings, my self- development, faith, self- confidence, purpose of life and material possessions. But what for?
Everyone says, it’s normal to be kicked in the butt, well, they also claim that each time you fail you need to pick up your ‘carcass’ and start your ‘puzzle game’ all over again because it’s all about performance.
So here I am… sewing my brain and heart with the rusted needle just to give it ‘another go’