Saturday, 21 April 2018


without You, i can do nothing.

without Love, i am nothing.

so come define me; i am who You say I am.

Thursday, 12 April 2018


sometimes the heart gets hurt over and over again to the point that it becomes numb and we're unable to feel anymore and we forget what it's like to hurt what it's like to laugh heartily what it's like to grieve what it's like to burn with anger.

sometimes we need friends who would intentionally pierce that wound again.

so that we can feel pain again, and so that we can continue healing.

after all, wounds from a friend can be trusted, right?