Broken Promises.

Each lie was like a promise To something better. But now, I am just bitter. Once again, you broke my heart. But, I still love you, Even if our ways have to part. Even if i don’t want to. Each lie was like a step closer to my demise. K.

Little Bird.

  “Isn’t it beautiful ? To be able to spread your wings and fly, little bird ?”  The little girl asked. Little did she know, if the little bird could speak her language, he would answer: “You can too. All you have to do is try.” K.    

If you still talk about it, you still care about it.

Nothing makes more sense than this. All those years, i’ve been fooling myself into thinking i was over something that happened when i was younger. But i still wonder how or why it happened. I still talk about it. A lot. Like i usually say, some questions are better left unanswered. Still, what’s left unsaid … More If you still talk about it, you still care about it.


Que se passe-t-il lorsque notre flamme intérieur s’éteint ? Quand la vie en nous prend son dernier souffle; brûle jusqu’au dernier morceau de notre âme ? Que se passe-t-il alors ? Est-on encore vivant ? Attendons-nous que quelqu’un déclenche une étincelle près de notre cœur pour raviver cette flamme ? Ou pouvons-nous provoquer cette étincelle … More Flammes.