Everyone is a slave to their past. No matter how much you wish to move forward, the events of last year will bear down on you like the light of the stars as soon as you glance up.
Unable to laugh or to banish your past, you carry it ceaselessly in a corner of your heart, waiting for it to resurrect at an inopportune moment.


Sometimes I wonder

Sometimes I wonder,
Where would I be without you.
Darling you’re amongst the very few
Who can make my life seem anew.

That thought alone envelops me in darkness.
My life seems desolate.
Please don’t isolate,
This dark soul of mine.
Accept this as thine.

Where would I be without you.
Like a colour palette without hue.

You’re an eternal flame
Hot as burning amber,
Illuminating the abyss of my heart.
Like a mysterious piece of art.

Sometimes I wonder,
Where would I be without you.
Somewhere in the depths of the ocean.
Like a forgotten ship
With broken dreams.



She was a fleeting dream, always on the run. But little did she know that she was running around in circles. Always.