I live my life preoccupied

I live my life preoccupied

with stuffs to do

lists to finish

movies to watch

songs to play

Stuffs not with you

Looking at you not looking at me

Through the branches
Through the trees
I'm looking at you
Who's not looking at me

Let's Not Fall In Love

Let's not fall in love
'cause if I do, I won't be able to stop my brain.
Nothing distracts it like thoughts of you.
This insatiable addiction to be with you
always.

Confession of a Broken Heart

I read your words and my heart starts to bleed.

How can I sing your song, if you are all I need.

Now that you're gone, and never look back

My voice is lost, and my world is black.

So long I haven't talk to you,

And now you made my heart break in two.

Oh my love what made you leave?

Did the pain in your heart never cease?

To do or not to do

To dispose of you?

To damage you like you me? 

To destroy my heart?

5 Stages of Grief

Stage 1: Isolation and Denial

             I couldn't endure it

             So I'm throwing it all out

             I couldn't erase you

             So I'm erasing

4 years in a few days

"Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting?"


As she walked down the isle of the funeral home, Emma felt nothing. She motioned her empty heart and hardened soul through the rituals of the ceremony. People she knew walked by. People she never knew walked by. They bawled openly in front of her, shook her hands, and hugged her tight. They spoke words of commemoration and consolation. Emma was not there. She was cowering in a corner, hiding from all these hypocrites who had never lost a close relative yet dared to promise her that everything would be alright.