Maybe I am leaving pieces of myself at the places I go and maybe that is why I feel empty by the end of the day. -A.D.



I am a corpse, made out of flesh and veins, dead inside but, cursed to breathe, cursed to live, and cursed to feel. -A.D.


Cut my wings and showcase it on your wall, show the world that you are in love with me and that is why, you have cut them to keep it dearly close to your heart. But that doesn't mean you could cage me from flying. I am born to fly high, with or without the... Continue Reading →


Darkness; it feels like you are stuck in a room with lights on, and yet you could feel it blinding you, allowing you to see nothing but darkness. I would never be able to escape from this darkness. It consumes me, drains all light emitting into my life and it pushes me into a defeating... Continue Reading →


In a land of dirt and dust, be a rose with a petal-like character; soft, kind and beautiful. Sprinkling smiles like magic, turning the land into a heaven-like place to live upon, planting memories that does no harm to a soul, you would forever be remembered as the person who swept away the dirt and... Continue Reading →

-Silence within the Noise-

The silence you feel when you are surrounded by everyone is the worst kind of silence you would ever encounter. It's like drowning into an ocean while having everyone watch you drown into it. It weighs heavily in your heart, sinks inside your soul so deeply that it turns hard for you to ever trust... Continue Reading →

-Versatile Blogger Award-

Versatile Blogger Award I freaking got an award. And this is my very first one (Yay!). Thanks a ton for nominating me saideepti999 , I should totally say your blog is so wonderful, please check her blog, I could guarantee you that you would fall in love with her words. -Rules- Nominate 15 bloggers and... Continue Reading →

-Ranting out the Changes-

We were taught to never hurt anyone, but why are we now throwing harsh words as bullets that would pierce through our hearts? We never had an idea of what self-harm was, but look at us now drawing scars on our skins like drawing lines on a plain paper. We were taught to apply ointments... Continue Reading →

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