A bitter thinking

Deep down I wish it burned like torches soaked in kerosene in your heart...

Cause honestly?

It did in mine.

To Miss You

It was this kind of loneliness. The ones you feel on a quiet rainy day, whereas the only sound to accompany you was droplets of water. 


It was this kind of loneliness. The ones you feel in a room filled with memories to remember but never again to be lived. 

It's when you lie down on an empty space with empty soul and empty heart.



That's when I miss you the most. | 

E y e s

They say eyes are the gateways to a person's soul - but I never believed that, I simply can't.

I have looked inside your eyes for a number of times but I have not for once seen your soul.

Because all I saw was mine.

In your eyes I've found myself, whom I've been longing for so long I didn't know I still existed. 

Your eyes aren't the gateways to your soul.


- It's where mine is trapped all along.