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There’s no one I’d trust enough to speak to, no one I’d trust with my vulnerability, no one I’d feel comfortable shedding tears around so I continue, speaking to myself even though it gets me nowhere, conversing with myself because I know there’s no one else.

There's no one I'd trust enough to speak to, no one I'd trust with my vulnerability, no one I'd feel comfortable shedding tears around so I continue, speaking to myself even though it gets me nowhere, conversing with myself because I know there's no one else.

My one true escape 

Sleep is my escape, it’s the one thing I resort to doing when I feel like doing nothing else, it’s the one thing that calms me when nothing else can. The one place I can escape to is my sleep, even if I’m plagued with nightmares, I’d rather sleep because that is the one time I can avoid reality, the one time no human interaction is required.

Sleep is my escape, it's the one thing I resort to doing when I feel like doing nothing else, it's the one thing that calms me when nothing else can. The one place I can escape to is my sleep, even if I'm plagued with nightmares, I'd rather sleep because that is the one time I can avoid reality, the one time no human interaction is required.

I Am Strong

I have flaws and I accept them, I don’t need to change myself but I have the determination to be able to if I want to. I am strong because I am grateful for my life. I may not be “normal” but it’s because I choose to not hide, to not pretend, because I understand that society only has the power to affect those that give them that power, I am strong because I can be myself without worrying about judgements.

I have flaws and I accept them, I don't need to change myself but I have the determination to be able to if I want to. I am strong because I am grateful for my life. I may not be "normal" but it's because I choose to not hide, to not pretend, because I understand that society only has the power to affect those that give them that power, I am strong because I can be myself without worrying about judgements.

Thoughts and Cravings…

Wondering if you’d ever have the courage to bring it up, hoping, hoping so very much you could let out your thoughts but knowing, knowing it wouldn’t change anything, knowing that the only thing you could do was wait, wait for the future, wait for life to lead you, wait for something to distract you so that those cravings? They’re pushed to the back of your mind once again.

Wondering if you'd ever have the courage to bring it up, hoping, hoping so very much you could let out your thoughts but knowing, knowing it wouldn't change anything, knowing that the only thing you could do was wait, wait for the future, wait for life to lead you, wait for something to distract you so that those cravings? They're pushed to the back of your mind once again.

Being “Nice” Means What?

Music & Poetry

(This post is a dedication and a reply to my talented friend Glen Dsouza’s recent article. Read ithere)

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“Deep down we’re all the same” is a lie. We are all different.

Nice does not have a fixed definition. Being polite is nice. A person who finds joy in other’s pain is unkind; not nice. Somebody who likes to hurt others is unkind; not nice. If you know that you do not belong to any category mentioned above, assure yourself you are not unkind; nice.

When you do something and think you are not nice, it is because nice is basically supposed to be naive. That is untrue. Nice is somebody who chooses to sit and listen to their friend, nice is somebody who understands that survival is a challenge in a world run by money so they choose to drive their friend to university for two years…

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