There is something in your eyes that makes my heart race. Something in the way you look, something that I cannot escape from. When you stare at a distance as if someone was caught lying and I fear that you might see through me. But wouldn’t that be a good thing for me? … Continue reading Eyes


    "You do not even have to kiss me," she told him. "Just take the moon from me." "How?" "Take the moon." "I don't understand." "Watch," said Zorya Polunochnaya. She raised her left hand and held it in front of the moon so that her forefinger and thumb seemed to be grasping it. Then, … Continue reading Moon


Obsessed. With you. With words. With love. Is that a good thing or a bad thing? Maybe for others it is. But obsession takes a place in my heart like no other. For me, being obsessed is being addicted. So am I addicted to you? to words? to love? Possible. If we're gonna talk about … Continue reading Obsessed


  Paint. It comes with colors, blending, shapes, figures, everything. Paint my love, ooohhh paint my love, it's a picture of, a thousand blah blah blah. Do you know that song? I guess you do. har har. Another one: let's paint the town. Ahaha. But this, am thinking painting it literally, not metaphorically. haha. Anyways. … Continue reading Paint


There are people who does not know what an apology means. There are those who take it for granted. And there are those who got used to it that they apologize for everything they think and do is wrong.  But for now, let me apologize to the one person whom I might have hurt in … Continue reading Apology