Breathing Under Water

When everything feels heavy, I weep and let the fresh tears washes the wounds in my heart. Writing is my cry of pain. The words are my tears that washes the heaviness and weariness of my heart and soul. I’m freeing myself through words and sentences; the pain and circumstances imprison me but I freeContinue reading “Breathing Under Water”

Dear Diary: Entry 6; Take a Rest

The weather is hot today. So, i have no choice but to get up on my bed and face the day. I want to go to the beach and feel the breeze. Feel the waves under my feet. Dance with the wind as the sea embraces my exhausted soul. I want to see the calmnessContinue reading “Dear Diary: Entry 6; Take a Rest”

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