Category Healing

sweet child

I am, like the title, incomplete.  I wonder, as I fall asleep, or as I walk alone, do you think of me?  Are my dreams, just my mind drifting into what I would like reality to be? Or are they memories they I am reliving; memories that I don’t remember, memories that are dead to […]

turning tables.

Tell me why, my effort wasn’t enough // tell me why, it’s my fault when I am your problem // tell me why, I am the cause of this, when you did it yourself. How do I write a letter to you // I’ve not seen you in awhile // and I won’t for a […]

a post for yry.

Aha, I should really stop saying that I’m going to post more often and try to at least keep up with the schedule I actually planned out. I know, you’re probably thinking that I talk to much and I am on hiatus too damn much… but after finally finishing my visa application, spending 3 weeks at ICU visiting […]

I sit here. 

I’m sorry, I promised an F1 post to be uploaded on Monday (it’s Wednesday now, and I have another one to post tomorrow)- and I’m sorry I can’t fulfill that promise – for reasons I don’t want to share. It dawned over me in the shower, when I blog – I realise I release a […]

my father’s eyes. 

A few nights ago, I dreamt of you in my fuzzy state and the aftermath of eating truffle drenched in Curacao. Now, marks the start of Formula 1 in Singapore – and I can’t tell you about it. I miss you more than ever. I dreamt of the good things – when I was still […]

Aller Anfang ist schwer.

(edit: the first 3 paragraphs were written on Sunday [it’s Monday not], I got chased to bed since it was 0040 and I had work the next day). Ah, I promised a happy post, so here it is! Guten Morgen/Tag/Abend, schön,  dich kennenzulernen! 🙂 A new week is going to begin next week, and another week […]

follow (me)

I’m a little late to the #F1Summer gang, and I apologise for it. I’ve been busy. Most of my friends are going off to university next week, while I, begin what I would like to call, a fulfilling gap year. I must say, I kinda miss going back to school (I probably won’t when I do start next […]