Have always wanted this up on my wall and was in the mood for some DIY.

Untying the knot

This way of life got me feeling like gulping down a bottomless bottle of emotions, capturing the best of me, the best of my self dignity and sucking out all the sunshine that once existed. 

But even the cigarettes are burning out now; all signs pointing solely towards one direction. Replacing the toxic affection with sensibility, I’m off to a greater start. 

I used to like people telling me my hair looked good or that my winged eyeliner was on point. Now a days that's changed; compliments about what's inside seems to hold the most value.

#some sanity

Indecisive

Yes, no, followed by a maybe; we've been travelling in circles ever since I can remember. Majority of time spent on deciding between the blurred lines unaware of all the clocks ticking away and of all the missed opportunities slipping out of our hands. Yet, it still remains a yes, no, maybe.

17

Her vision was blurring away by the gush of tears filling in. It was the last push she needed before she knew she was finally losing grip, briskly anticipating the disastrous fall down the cliff. With storms and thunder bearing in her mind, several unanswerable questions started spiraling around; how? why? Mostly why. Nights spent stumbling upon vague sad quotes on Pinterest, she was rather spinning herself yet another cob of webs Have faith or make faith? Giving it to God and going to sleep or was it really about working hard towards dreams? It was all a conflicted contradiction. Although she was only 17; She didn’t have to if she didn’t want to. It was only the first phase of her clinquant self discovery for she secretly knew she had the sparks which were comparable to none.