Crushed!

I’m allowed to weep. So, I weep. I weep in darkness and in silence. I weep calling upon God. I want my crying heard but by nobody. I want my reddened eyes noticed but by nobody. At one point last year, I had been loved and wanted by three women at once. And I couldn’t

Overachieved!

God tests people with different attributes and events throughout a lifetime. I’ve been tested with pseudo-intellect my entire life and I’m still under the same scrutiny which boggles my mind to this day. I can’t seem to wrap my head around as to why I’ve been chosen for such a path. Well, sometimes, I can-

Day to Recoil

Tiring anybody out is literally the last thing I wanna impose upon people. My writings on this blog may seem to be a little repetitive; sometimes overdone on the subject of depression or mental health. But that’s because I can’t seem to get around the issue myself. I write on my feelings at the time

Gary-Go-Round

My pelleted spectrum of differentiated and contrasting feelings can now be experienced within a daytime rather than in between days. I recently discovered this new inner trick about me that I think has been going on for a good while now. So, rather than going for a “good-day/bad-day” aesthetics, I might have to resort to

Inside the Loop!

Paranoia has always been my friend. Sleepless paranoia however has been a rare, mystic stranger with the ability of sucking out every last pint of my soul for a day. I feel suffocated everytime talking about this lifeless part of my routine. I can only imagine how the readers may receive me and my constant

Hollowed Out

I know I’m pretty non-regular in my approach particularly in my own blog- but that’s me. I lose enthusiasm pretty fast- faster than building up my ambitions. But somehow, whenever I’ve felt anything at all, the first thing that I think of to express myself is this platform- not even Facebook crosses my senses at