Category Archives: Reflection
Familiarity
It’s funny how quickly the unfamiliar becomes familiar; how quickly someone can become familiar. Somewhere deep down you willingly acknowledge you don’t really know them at all, yet the comforting nature of that familiarity associated to the individual outweighs all
Familiarity
It’s funny how quickly the unfamiliar becomes familiar; how quickly someone can become familiar. Somewhere deep down you willingly acknowledge you don’t really know them at all, yet the comforting nature of that familiarity associated to the individual outweighs all
Music
Music means everything to me. There have been times where music has enabled life to flow back into my very pores at moments when I almost have myself believing I will never feel anything more than numb. Music is an
Music
Music means everything to me. There have been times where music has enabled life to flow back into my very pores at moments when I almost have myself believing I will never feel anything more than numb. Music is an
Regret
It’s naïve to regret. Making mistakes and facing hardship are crucial aspects of life as without struggle we could never grow. Not only do such moments allow you to learn more about yourself, but more importantly they can be very
Regret
It’s naïve to regret. Making mistakes and facing hardship are crucial aspects of life as without struggle we could never grow. Not only do such moments allow you to learn more about yourself, but more importantly they can be very
Goodbyes
I have never really been good at goodbyes. There is always so much more that you would like to say, however, there are no existent words which deem worthy; or perhaps even substantial of uttering. One could be misled into
Goodbyes
I have never really been good at goodbyes. There is always so much more that you would like to say, however, there are no existent words which deem worthy; or perhaps even substantial of uttering. One could be misled into
Waiting
Waiting. I can’t stand it. There is nothing worse than a spare moment when that dreaded, deafening silence overwhelms the senses with the sheer absence of sound. An extended, agonising period of time when one is left alone to become
Waiting
Waiting. I can’t stand it. There is nothing worse than a spare moment when that dreaded, deafening silence overwhelms the senses with the sheer absence of sound. An extended, agonising period of time when one is left alone to become
Reading preferences
Well, good morning, good afternoon and good evening my fellow bibliophiles! Since I am yet to start blabbing on about what interests me, I thought this would be the opportune moment to gain an insight into what takes your fancy. Please feel
Reading preferences
Well, good morning, good afternoon and good evening my fellow bibliophiles! Since I am yet to start blabbing on about what interests me, I thought this would be the opportune moment to gain an insight into what takes your fancy. Please feel
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