I was once told to Trust the timing of my life. But what is it really that I’m entrusting myself to? A ruthless grip, a raging machine that continues to drag me, and everything else in existence, into the unknown. Time, tell me then, how can I trust you? How can we trust something we don’t understand? Mankind has always dreamt of immortality. And when I refer to dreaming, it’s really more of an obsession. We write novels on vampires who can roam the earth for all eternity, st
We have all had those moments when we feel like our world could collapse at any given moment. We battle with certain experiences, and sometimes, our own selves and the ideals we constantly try to reach and maintain. The perfectionists among us understand this a great deal. They are the ones that suffer the most when life comes tumbling down, because, hey we did everything we could to be everything we should be. So why were our cards dealt this way?
The perfectionists among u
"I love her, but we can’t be together." I must have heard this statement over a hundred times in my short but nonetheless significant life span, and not once did the pang of disappoint lessen. “We come from different religious backgrounds”, they tell me, “it couldn’t possibly work”. Religion was almost always the reason, and I was almost always mortified. Drenched with fury. The matter is irony itself. Religion, the supposed embodiment of God’s will for peace and love on eart