That’s it…

Then, all of a sudden, it all made sense. 

I knew what it was I was searching for all this time. What I wanted all this time and everything became as clear as day because I finally understood myself…

Yea. It’s enough. 


Writing helps you understand all those little thoughts in your head. It allows you to see that you’re not alone, you only feel that way because you don’t understand what you have.

Writing allows you to love yourself and have faith in your choices. It banishes the dark clouds that creep up on you, and it gives you resolution.

Many don’t write for approval or even recognition, they write for empathy, but not in a typical sense.

I believe many write to help them connect with themselves, because the only person we have to live with is ourself. So we may as well be comfortable and honest with that person. Otherwise, life will be hard and you’ll always be left asking that ominous question:


Sinful Thoughts.

Suddenly it became clear. Suddenly I understood what drives people to that place. Suddenly I understood why…

It is not weakness, nor is it cowardice, desperation or even a cry for help; it is and always will be the point that people reach where they have had enough. We grow tired of the mundane, the ever repeating cycle of stupidity.
Trapped we are, nay, ensnared in this wheel of perpetual torment. We hear the same cries day after day only in different voices.

We grow tired of it all.

I have seen terrible things, known terrible people, and done terrible things. Yet, I’m still here; why? For the briefest of moments as I lay in the dead of the night unforgivable thoughts crossed my mind, sinful thoughts. I did not realise, I have also grown tired.
What was mere seconds seemed to last an eternity and it showed me a place I never knew, it showed me tears I had never seen, cries I had never heard; it showed me what drives a person to end it all.

The allure of everlasting silence, it is beautiful.

Looking back, looking forwards, neither matter; all that matters is what we do in the moment. True, the moment can be governed by both the past and the future, if we let it.

Again another contradiction.

A Lonely Look

A girl surrounded by sadness, her eyes hold a deep inner sorrow and a feeling of unworthiness.

She smiles with held back tears, confusion is set in her mind, and yet all she really wants is to be understood.

All some people want is to talk where others just want someone there, even if they sit in silence just having a fellow soul to share their pain with is enough.

The look this girl had took me back, I wanted to ask what was wrong yet I knew I would not get a coherent answer, it must be very lonely for her being surrounded by people who cannot see she is crying out for help.

How is it everywhere I look I can see struggles behind the masks many wear and yet others cannot? Am I seeing a cast reflection of myself or perhaps it is because when I was in that place I wanted the same thing….


I shall take a step back and offer a hand that can be taken if she wants, I shall not unlock her emotions as I have done with people in the past. This time I shall wait.