Paradox of Time

...as i was trying to drown my sorrows, i forgot that each wasted day is a future regret.

Pupa

...and it wove itself carefully into a cocoon of its own thoughts.

at loss for words

As some say voice is a human gift that should be cherished and used, silence is equivalent... Words seem like dispensable stains, at loss for words i tend to progress...
 

(under construction)

handmades...

As much as I enjoy drawing, I found a new way to release my anger.

Sleeping Geisha Earrings

Weight on my Shoulders...

Dead Weight of Human Waste

". . .an ever-increasing spawning class of human beings who never should have been born at all."

Monstrous Vermin

as heavy as i felt i tried to morph my body and give myself wings, but i'll always remain a monstrous vermin...

Where is my mind

serenity amid chaos

At my age flowers still scare me.

 

 

Soulbreaking

every time the past's awakened, every time your soul starts breaking...

Stuck together...

" I may be strong-minded, but no one can say i'm out of my sphere now, for woman's special mission is supposed to be drying tears and bearing burdens. " Louisa May Alcott

Hatching through...

"It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for it to learn to fly while remaining an egg. We are like eggs at present. And you cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad." Clive Staples Lewis