silensia

"Afterall, I still hope you shine bright until the day you die. I still wish you starry nights and better skies. I implore you, dearest lady. Do tell me. Why did you lie?"
          	
          	- From the boy you deceived

silensia

I guess I'm doomed. 
          
          I can't read books in peace now.
          
          My thoughts are screaming to be poured into words so so much that they keep me awake.
          
          I know this isn't a phase. This is the writer in me calling... begging me to do what I've always loved to do.
          
          If only life didn't get too serious... I'll be able to focus more on writing. It would have been easier to breathe.