There are things that we don’t want to happen but have to accept, things we don’t want to know but have to learn, and people we can’t live without but have to let go.
You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks, or even months over-analyzing a situation, trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could’ve, would’ve happened or..you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move the fuck on.


For last few days there’s no mood to do anything, especially drawing. Spent a days with books, writing and soothing tunes. Weary.



As hard as stones.

Framed jealousy.

7 Full, waiting.. Never arrived.

White cotton of your heart, stirred embers, whipped flavors, framed suspicion.

Harrased hate, not whole whispered, not bending said, didn’t want to believe.

All tortured.

No strings attached, It may seem like a great deal, but there are always strings attached. Intimacy creates a bond between two people, it would be foolish to deny this, so how can you tell me that there’s no emotions involved?.

Hello, June. :)


” Every night I try my best to dream. Tomorrow makes it better, Then I wake up the cold reality. That not a thing has changed. But it will happen, Gotta let it happen.” ~last hope





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