Poetry/ Stories

When I think of you…

On this day when we part as lovers and arrive as friends once more, I wonder of how much you think of me. I hope and pray that you would still love me and want me somehow. I pray that I can have you again. What we had may not be love, but it could've… Continue reading When I think of you…

Just stuff

The meaning of life is up to you

We're born in this world with a so called 'purpose' that we don't know. We don't know why we're here, we don't know the meaning of our existence, but it doesn't mean that we're nothing. It doesn't mean that we are just living organisms, just packs of walking organs, just biological robots, because we are… Continue reading The meaning of life is up to you