Scattered

When you are high on the sleepless nights, drunk with the tears in your eyes but everyone around you needs more than that, to escape into their haven or hell, while you sit and strum your ukulele aimlessly and your head draws a blank as silent as a grave and as maddeningly loud as a…

Thoughts at midnight

Have you ever breathed into the night? Or let the night breathe into you? The above two lines may seem the same but mind you, are entirely different. When you breathe into the night, they don’t seem dark anymore. They are beautiful, as beautiful as drinking semi warm coffee sitting on your balcony with Sufjan…