This phase of my life is called I'm here but I'm not. I'm there but I'm not. I'm okay but I'm not. I'm holding on but I'm not. It is okay...

Hiding away, Under the stars, With secrets, Not just ours, Somehow holding on, To heal, The heart's scars.

I sit peacefully, Looking at the archer, Aiming it's arrow right at my head, And somehow having faith, That I will live, After it hits...

I am my own heartbeat, But my heart is yours. I am my own breath, But my life is yours. I am my own person, But I would like to be called...

My distracted thoughts, Leading me back to you, When moments demanded, To stay here and now, But I am now, Carefree too, When moments...

There are whole nights, Breathing alive with memories, Of cities bustling under the moonlight, As conversations brew, Under circumstances...

I was humming that song yesterday, The one that you shared, The one that I didn't like, And mid-lyric I realised, How I still don't like...

This hazy moon stares at me, In my silence that I hold, Maybe somehow it knows, About the hearts deadly cold. So I stare back, With...

I think every day, To be the last, Until another day shows up, Tougher than the past, Defeating me as I fight it, With as little hope as...

This feeling clutches, All the words, I had saved, For you and I, But in the absence, Of us, Nothing matters.

I want to just feel the peace, When I close my eyes, As the swing goes up and down, And the air floats my hair, Higher as the swing goes....

I think I have PTSD from a word. resilience (n) I believed that this word is one of the most strong and powerful words, Until I overused...