I don’t usually have favourites, but if I had to choose one out of a billion things in this whole world… I’d choose you.

too bad i don’t know who/what “you” is


Final Destination

I hate it when I discover ugly parts in my friends,

because that makes me hate my friends

and I hate it when I hate my friends,

because that makes me an awful person

and then I hate myself.


Musing Monday: death

Why does death bring so much pain? Why do people cry when someone dies? Most of them would say that it’s due to the fact that they won’t be able to see the person in question ever again… Well, that’s selfish if you ask me. So fucking selfish!

Your beloved one has just converted their soul into ever lasting energy that wanders through space and time and you’re crying? Your beloved one can now gaze at the whole Universe, touch the stars, high-five comets, visit new galaxies, become a tree or a waterfall or a drop in the ocean and you’re fucking crying?

Shame on you!

Shame on me… for I do the same.



I want to be friends with the sky and the stars

With the deep blue oceans and the running rivers

With the butterflies and the bees

And every little creature that there is.

With the forest… sweet old forest

With the twilight and the sunrise

With the sandy beaches and crystal clear lagoons

With every single species on this lovely planet

And ask them

“Do you love me as much as I love you?”

And if the answer is “no”

I’ll have to kill myself.


Musing Monday: Letter to Vincent

I bought a pot and seeds and soil and put them all together. I nurtured and took great care of the mix. As the days passed by, my lovely plant kept on growing till it became bigger than the pot she was in. At the same time, the raw-green of her leaves faded into lifeless yellow. She was sad. I couldn’t do anything about it. No matter how much I watered her, whispered beautiful words to her or decorated her pot with pink stones, the plant continued to turn amber. To my shame, I lost hope and abandoned it.

One day, I came back to check on her, thinking that I should give it another try. Maybe this time my efforts to bring her back to life will be successful. I took a glance at my old baby and saw it. Tall, green and… happy.

That’s when I realized that happiness comes from within and that the world can’t help you if you don’t let them do it.

Also, yellow can sometimes be the saddest colour, whilst green will always be pure, healthy and powerful.

Therefore, I am terribly sorry Vincent, but this time we go on separate ways.