Sometimes, being blissfully unaware, not realising a threat is imminent feels so wonderful.
#RandomThoughts

There is an explicit method to her madness. Decipher it.
#RandomThoughts

Follow me to the ethereal world of imagination and beyond.

Night has a nasty habit of reminding the forgotten, of playing with wounds – hence stealing sleep.
#ThoughtsAloud

The atmosphere we breathe is heavy with regrets.

But when can anyone really foresee what is coming?!

The world is fragmenting again, full of terror and danger, and you are a blur.

Either we surrender to our fears or we fight them, but we can never meet them half way.
#ThoughtsAloud #Fears

Eyelids so heavy that they refuse to carry the burden of your broken dreams anymore.

Sometimes the deafening silence gives you the answers you have been looking for – all those answers that words could never impart. Just like that.

Never underestimate the powerful attraction of oblivion.

The air seems charged, somehow, with things wondered and unspoken.

Bring me crimson flowers. They match the shade of my hopeful sky.

No matter how hard you try to join few pieces together, they stay stubbornly unconnected.

Time passes, and it probably does heal all wounds, but some — like losing your loved ones to death — heal very slowly, and there is nothing you can do about it. Nothing. Let it be.

The dead do not have hearts to break. Do they?!

Truth comes out – it always does. We have to choose for ourselves which side of that we are going to be on. Choose wisely!

And while teaching Mrs. Dalloway's stream of consciousness she paused, looked at us – like she was going to tell something very pertinent and said:
"Never pretend that the things you do not have in life are not worth having."

It is so comforting to be listened to. Would you listen to me?!

"Who are you?" Three simple words, and yet they were followed by a silence that was almost physical, that slammed shut like a mortuary door.

She absorbed those words without comprehension – felt the heat wash up along her spine and settle at the base of the neck. It was surreal.

I want you close when things are right, even closer when they go wrong.

Overly high expectations are just as dangerous as fast living.